this week i

stood by on tsukishima while flights arrived from india and north america.  shrines, errands, sake drums, train to kyoto, repeat, now with monkeys.

tried hot miso, pairs with beer sold from other vending machines.  red bean is the rick-roll of japanese dessert.

wager this is the only country you can use a public restroom and exit feeling cleaner than when you entered.

caught autumn by the tail.

you could have found it online if you read japanese.  yeah, but that's the dark web.

walked through the finest woods, indoor and out.  this google maps telephone app ought to allow multiple tabs.


this week i

moved my life to a four room four bed two storey near the sumida river.  japan smells of nothing, same as one's own home.

know the blind have sharper hearing than i do, but the thought of distinguishing the platform of the arriving subway train terrifies me.

read right to left. no smoking! no humans!

worked in cafes.  breaks to put coins in machines and hope for the best.  plenty to work for, and against.