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

Dispatch № 49: Hushed

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

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Lubbock, Texas, 1982

Dispatch № 48: Lineage

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.

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The two of us about five minutes after I proposed

Dispatch № 47: Still Smitten

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?

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Offerings of toys at Chomeji, Nerima-ku, Tokyo

Dispatch № 46: Offerings

There was no way to know who had left them or why. No way to know if the offerings had been made for children who had been saved, or lost, or perhaps hoped for by would-be parents.

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Trains passing at Hamamatsucho Station in Tokyo

Dispatch № 45: Repeater

So why would I choose not only to board the train when I don’t really need to, but also remain in my seat for at least one full trip around the loop?

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Summer clouds over Nerima Takanodai

Dispatch № 43: The Summer Trope

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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He appeared, gave us gifts, and disappeared again

Dispatch № 42: Chicken and Beer

It was just before Christmas and my friend and I were hanging out in Ikebukuro, an area on the north side of Tokyo. We had been wandering around aimlessly and were outside a convenience store when a man approached us.

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Looking across the water in Kawasaki

Dispatch № 39: Doing Nothing

There are two kittens in the bushes. Both are striped, though the smaller one is half-covered with splotches of white fur, as if it had been interrupted partway through repainting.

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At Tsuki Shrine, Saitama City

Dispatch № 38: As-Is

Many people say they love Japan, but really only love a particular, highly distorted concept of it. They don’t realize it, and they don’t like it when you point it out.

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