Tokyo — It was an empathy test of sorts.1 See, a few hours before, I had gotten really sick on an overnight bus from Osaka.2Reeeaaaally sick. Sick enough to warrant an unplanned stop, several embarrassed bows from me, and our bus conductor pulling out his phone with Google Translate. We have break now. You need help? it said. (Aww.) I nodded and managed to hobble off the bus before sprinting in the snow...
Midori ward — The Moon, that taciturn, imperfect satellite. She wonders if it ever felt lonely, if it is tired of being on its own. The moon doesn’t answer but she knows something for sure: It is so strangely beaut...
Aireys inlet — Over the period of the last ten days, we’ve only had a few performances rained out. All photos taken from the front verandah with my Canon point and click. 6 April 2014 7 April 2014 11 April 20...
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner!
Mindfulness on Hermit Lake (Day Seventeen) Gratitude : we cannot be mindful without being grateful.
Saw a feminist Moroccan poet give a reading in Harlem.
Will we learn from the past?
En los albores del día, cuando las ideas aun no se han decidido por ser reales o no, la naturaleza se ha permitido ser.
Hospitals... Never a welcome visit. Mostly anonymous and cold. There's a sort of book-crossing in this room where I'm currently waiting to have news.
El atasco de comienzo de fin de semana, con el sol también de camino a casa.
Beach of the city. Hazy in the morning.
About a year ago, we were on the open sea, a 25-hour-long ship ride to Ogasawara Island.
Follow the White Rabbit
Spring hardly comes but it last easily. Warm season is what I adore...
It's been 3 weeks without any proper work. It means good for fun but hell for the report.
Shoreline on the streets of La Roma
Stories, cities, people. Wendy MacNaughton is my hero.