His name was Yasu. He was a public servant, a modest occupation that suited his quiet demeanour. Yasu was softly spoken; he would always pause and think before saying anything, something that I found rare in this world. To me, …
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It would get dark at 4pm in early winter, so I would sit on the train, rugged up in all my layers and feeling sleepy from the heated seats and soothing rock of the train, back and forth. All around …
Tokyo is an awfully isolating city. Feelings of loneliness, disconnection and numbness go hand in hand. There’s something incredibly romantic and fascinating about the loneliness that Tokyo inspires, especially in the colder months. From late autumn to early spring in …