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Tokyo — There’s a monk in that tree, I swear. Can you see him? It’s a bit tough. But trust me, he’s there. Bald, in robes. No harness. No helmet. Just a monk in a tree with a sword, cutting branches in my...
Tokyo — Yesterday I left the house and forgot to pick up my sketchbook. This is not the first time since I have a shitty memory but when I found out it was not in my bag, I felt horrible. It totally felt – an...
Tokyo — Likely a reflection of my advancing age, but never have I been so aware of the passage of time than I have during my life here in Japan. The melting pot of seasonal American traditions get diluted bet...
これは一体何のサービスなんだ!?
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Sparrow Noise
Birthday walk home
"Dear Cigarettes"
Dead Letter#2: Names
My friends fly when I stay put. But this app makes me smile.
Perspective
Sanma to the Slaughter
Hi. I'm Eli.
My noiseless hideout in Kami-itabashi keeps me stay focused.
Junkudo proves people are compelled to read books.
My favorite lunch
Ten years to the day. Thirteen hours in the air, giddy on plum wine, too drunk to be scared.
Stop telling me not to think so much. Stop telling me to ask more questions. Stop telling me to smile more.
I have found a new creative outlet.
Six years of bad haircuts, ranging from the remortgage-your-house expensive to the hide-all-the-mirrors variety
Sendagaya / Good Neighbors' Fine Foods grocery stand
「思い出のマーニー」は感動しました。"When Marnie was there": lushly animated, deeply moving story. Go see it.
"Overwhelming!"
Kawamura, Ginza
chopstick case painted a fish "iwashi".
"Acidity" is the wrong word.
Erotic gunpowder explosions erupt all over the city, and the streets are crawling with yukata, clompy geta sandals and the swish of fans for perspiring brows.
Tokyo air feels grubby, like sitting in the sesame-oil flecked effluent of a Chinese restaurant's air conditioner.
Learning to let go
Tsukiji / mobile stall selling shaved ice
One year with the PechaKucha team
Doraenons are coming up to Roppongi Hills.
I can give up any time I want. You know, I don't really have to spend my hard-won weekends sweating in sprung-floor studios, declining invitations from friends.
The beautiful storm that made me a man.
Intimate Strangers
South Carolina's harvest!
tyukil
New f/1.5 lens
Playground for adults.
Youhouhoun !
Dictation in Berlin
Lightning strikes!
Sitting on the 46th floor of a building called "Sunshine 60" in Ikebukuro, looking at the early summer haze settling over the city, planning my escape. Ambiguous weather.
In your "pods"
Rainy season
The Bar Faerie Alights
Never farewell.
Trestles.
Japanese Train Bland "KEIKYU" goods shop "OTODOKEIKYU" at SAMEZU Station.
from the footbridge
2014年5月31日午後8時30分、滑り込みで神宮外苑にたどりついた。
It is a skin warming sadness,A warm bath surrender in-to the slow, wrinkled stare - out the most ordinarily empty, Unceremoniously average 11:37 am Sounds, and single-coloured walls and shoes and hands and sugared cream-coffee and RUSHED, always late-to-work, forced walksThere is no eruptive Pain.No great knowing when, or where or how deepYour hands have buriedTheir charms, how long coloured-skin-oiled ceremonies will lastAlong these eyes that blend memories of the heartwith hard lines .But i see it, Sometimes in full colour Leaking into the everyday, Unceremoniously average morning-after-sadness, hang-out-to-dry-until-its over.Each drip of usWashed awayIn such a quietly normal,Unfinished Daytime ending
It is a skin warming sadness,A warm bath surrender Unto the slow, wrinkled stare - outInto the most ordinarily empty and Unceremoniously averageSounds, and single-coloured walls and shoesAnd hands and sugared cream-coffee and Rushed, always late walksThere is no eruptive Pain.No great knowing when, or where or how deepYour hands have buriedTheir skin-oiled canvas Beneath this stare.But i see it,Sometimes in full colour,Leaking into the everyday Unceremoniously average sadness.Each drip of usWashed awayIn such a quietly normalDaytime breath
There is always India restaurant even in a small private railway station in Tokyo. I can eat delicious food mostly.
Have you meet a girl that is dressed in strange clothes and walking down the Tokyo. Girl costume maid in many cases.
Impossible trinity? (Weekend version)
He said. She said.
30 min 5 km Midnight ran. Photo is looks like forest at Shinagawa Chuo Koen.
Impossible trinity?