Tokyo — Actually, they miss everything. The other day, I realized on the Sobu Line that the clouds were beautiful. But I was the only one who was looking up. Baudelaire, a French poet of “flaneur,” writes ab...
San francisco — Since I got here earlier this month, I’ve been drawing a lot. As a cartoonist, I try to simplify things to their pleasurable elements. Resist realism. Think about how to re-design the world. Enjoy. Do...
Tokyo — Small deaths, big deaths, wasted dreams and unfulfilled wishes are all preserved in your “pods.” You will never let them go—you just can’t say good-bye to them. You even pretend that they are still ...
I'm doing better and will be fine
Dead Letter#2: Names
Dead Letter#1: Two Step
D.L.O. employees are never allowed to...
Do you remember how to make a paper plane?
Out of practice...
San Francisco Days--
"Acidity" is the wrong word.
Soft-serve war in Hakodate
Dictation in Berlin
In your "pods"
I always imagined I would be killed in a plane crash or by a disfiguring disease, but never thought about this option.
As a kid, I loved fishing. Do I want to start doing it again?
#Taiwan Journal--Final Episode: Uncomfortable Traveler
#Taiwan Journal 8: Speaking Chinese
#Taiwan Journal 7: Noise and Smell of--oh yeah--"Stinky Tofu"
#Taiwan Journal 6: Color of Money
#Taiwan Journal 5: Do these little trees know that?
#Taiwan Journal 4: Belief on Electronic Message Board
#Taiwan Journal 3: In the Spirit of Jack
#Taiwan Journal 2: Layering
#Taiwan Journal 1: Sunflowers and Barricades
About a year ago, we were on the open sea, a 25-hour-long ship ride to Ogasawara Island.
True affirmation is not a praise, but a question that lets you express how you feel.
We were paying homage to Chris Marker (1921-2012), a reclusive filmmaker, in Shinjuku Golden Gai.
This is not a musical instrument. This is not a weapon. This is something I had to swallow two weeks ago.
Buildings That Liberate Us.
Good graphic designs serve as a check against the loss of history.
Paper newspapers always pile up at the corner of the table where I work and eat.
Esta Noche in San Francisco closed. It would be easy to lament the prevailing gentrification. Instead, I offer a brief eulogy.
Finally, the third store took it. The clerk said, "A beginner can use it."
Nowadays, everyone is looking down, checking out their iPhones. I guess they don't want to miss anything.
I love motels. Any kinds. Motels provide shelters for those who want to hide, hide from family and friends.
Trying to find things I like about San Francisco--
The cabinet in the garden used to be inside the house, in the corner called "The Butler's Pantry."
I had to clear the balcony garden this afternoon. It is rather depressing to see it deserted.