Dispatches

Somewhere in Japan

sounds

My pen and notebook, while composing the first draft of this post

Dispatch № 49: Hushed

2021-06-18 No Comments

In relative terms, it’s a cacophony, and it seems so because it has otherwise been so tremendously quiet that minute sounds are magnified.

Dispatch № 43: The Summer Trope

2021-05-28 No Comments

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.