Time—entity, social construct—has its ways of deceiving us. It doesn’t announce itself, appearing subtly in the cracks of a sign, in the fading colors in the political ads in quiet… Read more: The cruel visit of time

(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… Read more: when the trees call

A couple of months ago I went to a cocktail party with a friend. It was a house party, but the host treated us to an array of cocktails that… Read more: grasshoppers in the north

A cold Saturday night in February 2024 Dimmed lights. I face the window of my rectangular bedroom facing south. Ninth floor in a quiet residential area. All I can see… Read more: Liquor blanket

First installment of “stuff that comes up when I talk with my friends” (provisional series title) “These are just letters to me. I’ve let myself become dependent on her.” She… Read more: Sentimental value of the anti-climax