A week back in Tokyo.
Old friends. Unexpected reunions. And the strange realization that no matter how far life takes us, some part of us remains exactly who we once were.
New essay: ”The People We Once Were”
https://t.co/GMA9O5eGK1
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A day ago, I was on the other side of the world.
This morning, I'm sitting in a café in Tokyo, writing this essay.
Distance can bring certain memories closer.
New essay ↓
https://t.co/Y2DIWmBseV
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While we were living in Yokohama, an Italian friend came to Japan on what he called a “business trip.”
A beret and red pants, a Gothic girl "work of art," and Yukio Mishima’s grave.
I wrote about one unforgettable week.
https://t.co/rJr0cduBHq
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I keep trying to live a disciplined life.
Some days I do, some days I don’t.
Somehow, French fries always find their way in.
New essay is up.
https://t.co/Oyoe6aOimx
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