(or: sakamotocho daydream)

june 18, 2025

i find myself lying down on a tatami mat in a park in central tokyo. a day in the office. it’s break time and i am contemplating life and touching grass.

in my field of view, a tree. a beautiful one—though no idea what kind. i think about climbing it, then remember that my weight wouldn’t let me try.

still, it reminds me of my childhood.

my mother trying to teach me how to climb trees so i could pick fruits whenever i felt like it, straight from the branch.

the sight of mom up in the tree waving at me from high up, swinging the branches just because she could. me, still on the ground, hesitating, wanting to climb, until i end up climbing. the new perspective. tossing tamarinds into a bucket to take home, to turn into juice.

sunny days and quieter times—old times.

today, it’s 33 degrees and it’s breezy in tokyo.

i feel like climbing trees, but it’s time to go back to work.