Third places are important, but some are disappearing, public baths among them. This is one aspect of Japan’s declining social capital.
Because my cat is my most-requested topic
Long after the baby has grown into a man, he sits on a bench in a park in Japan, ten thousand kilometers and thirty-nine years from Lubbock.
I was single, but really didn’t want to be, and as we were leaving a while later, a thought bubbled up from my subconscious. Wouldn’t it be something if I wound up with her?
The shutters came down, and the customers stopped coming, but life continued inside.
It is a season for the seaside and the mountain stream. A season for eating ice pops while walking over the blistering asphalt of country roads fringed with green foxtail, the green of which has begun to fade to brown.
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