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I live on Tabard Street in London, one of the original streets leading into the city proper, a site where pilgrims gathered before departing the city (such as those in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales) or upon arriving in it. The entire … Continue reading
Before I came to Japan, I told myself that this was a bit of practice for dying.
Not everyone who moves to Japan is lonely when they arrive, but most are by the time they leave. One can’t reasonably complain about it, of course: We do it to ourselves. But we can try to understand how loneliness … Continue reading
Living in Japan is living in a thought experiment.
The Most Important Election of Our Lifetime resurrects itself every four years like partisan cicada swarming into otherwise peaceful offices and family dinners. But I’ve finally silenced the chirping brood: If you want to get away from American politics, move … Continue reading
I carry my Japaneseness in my shoulders.