Dispatch № 13: There if You Want to See Them
When we no longer need something, we stop paying attention to it. And when we stop paying attention to it, it begins to fade out in our active awareness.
Dispatch № 12: Hearing Earthquakes
It’s like an impossibly large machine has just switched on, far enough away that the actual noise of it is gone, but the low rumble of its vibrations carry through the ground and into your body.
Dispatch № 11: The Last Day
Yesterday was my last day of work at the English-teaching Job I’ve had since May 2015. Or, it would have been, had they given me any classes. Instead, I got my farewell, a final middle finger, in the form of an empty schedule.
Dispatch № 10: Thirty Years
About thirty years. That’s the average lifespan of a house in Japan. The day a new home is finished is the day it begins depreciating. Within twenty years or so, the value of the structure will be zero.
Dispatch № 9: Sleepless Quiet
Slipping on my hanten and loosely tying the front is now second nature. I barely even notice having done it.
Dispatch № 8: A Surprisingly Deep Bowl
How many organisms does it take to make a bowl of soup? If it’s miso soup, the answer is usually around nine. Surprised?
Dispatch № 7: In a Vast, Sleepy Valley
In sleep, our world balloons endlessly as our dreams spin fibers of imagination into vast tapestries of otherness. These are dotted with peculiar structures of meaning, the significance of which flees quickly upon sleep’s end.
Dispatch № 6: Last Stop
The train platform felt like a floating boat dock, surging and swaying underfoot. This was bad. I struggled to keep my balance, trying hard not to stumble while standing still. The surrounding people must have thought I was drunk, which wouldn’t have been out of place on that Friday night in Roppongi.
Dispatch № 5: To the Death
It wasn’t immediately clear that anything strange was happening. We had just walked over the pedestrian walkway from the event plaza to Yoyogi Park on a lovely, early spring day. But as we made our way further into the park itself, the sound of crows took over.
Dispatch № 4: Garbage Day
There was a sad-looking plastic bag on the landing in front of my apartment door. The contents were mixed: the tray from a convenience store boxed lunch, an empty cigarette pack, two PET bottles, and several beer cans.