Tokyo — “Sepp,” my mentor from graduate school, still writes me back once in a while. He always begins his letters like this: “I am dictating this letter in Berlin.” It can be from Paris, Madrid, Kyoto, or Ri...
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 ...