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Atami

We took the fast train to a place where time moves slow. A place where not much languishes into nothing. A place where meals consume more time than…

You Are Here

About a year ago to the date, I left the startup I helped found, left my dream apartment in San Francisco (those views, that closet…

The Unexpected Solace of Covid-19

Growing up in the 1980s and 1990s, my peers and I were taught we can do and be anything we want to…

Making Pottery in a Pandemic

In late February 2020, I attended an art opening at an artist’s residency and gallery space in the Tokyo…

The Hierarchy of Needs in a Daily Creative Practice

Mono No Aware

Sakura season comes to the Imperial Palace each year. The gentle scent, hue, swelling, blooming, and falling has a timeless elegance…

Black Leather. Made in Italy.

In their second winter, my soles separated from their bodies.

I bought them off the internet, probably three years ago.

Probably it was late at night.

On Goodbyes

I have left parties (remember those?) without saying goodbye.
I have left cities without saying goodbye.
I have left countries without…

A Nomad Walks Into an Immigration Office

My visa ends on 15 August 2020. Four breathless weeks. About two weeks after meeting my…