8november2025
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Gei wa mi o tasukeru.” (芸は身を助ける)
→ “Art will save you.”
8november2025
Post-war, it was a working class area, but now it’s grown into an exhalation for the more central chaos…
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First appearing in 1966, Ultraman became one of Japan’s most enduring pop-culture icons. Created by Eiji Tsuburaya, the special-effects genius behind Godzilla, Ultraman introduced a new kind of hero — a giant alien protector who defends Earth from kaiju monsters.
Beyond the spectacle, the series reflected Japan’s postwar optimism: science, teamwork, and courage could overcome destruction. Decades later, Ultraman remains a symbol of resilience and collective strength — a hero who reminds Japan that light always rises again after darkness.
November 2025
Gotokuji Temple sits quietly in Setagaya, Tokyo—it’s the birthplace of the maneki-neko, the beckoning cat said to bring good fortune. The story goes back to the 17th century, when a wandering samurai took shelter under a tree near the temple during a storm. He noticed a monk’s cat raising its paw as if inviting him inside. Moments later, lightning struck the very spot he’d been standing. Grateful, the samurai became a benefactor, and Gotokuji prospered.
Today, the temple grounds are dotted with hundreds of white cats, each one left by visitors hoping for luck or to give thanks for it. It’s peaceful, slightly surreal—rows of silent cats under the trees, tiny prayers for good fortune. Like much of Tokyo, Gotokuji blends whimsy and faith, the ordinary and the mystical, until they feel like the same thing.
4november25
There was a time when every new city felt electric—like possibility itself was humming through the air. The unknown was thrilling, the unfamiliar comforting. I used to crave that feeling: airports at dawn, strange streets under my feet, the sense that I was always moving toward something new.
But lately, that spark has softened. The novelty has dulled around the edges, not because the world has grown smaller—but maybe because I’ve seen enough to know that arrival and departure start to feel the same. I don’t know if it’s because Japan isn’t necessarily new to me, I’ve lived here before…? The suitcase opens, the routine begins, and the wonder gets replaced by something quieter—acceptance, maybe. Or fatigue.
It’s not that I don’t love traveling anymore. It’s just that the restlessness has changed. The urge to go has turned into something slower, more inward. Now I find myself looking for stillness in motion—watching the light on the train floor, the way a city exhales at night, the repetition that once drove me now somehow grounding me. The way our train went by a view of Mt. Fuji the other day, and not one person was moved to admire it. I second guessed myself that maybe it wasn’t Fuji-San.
Maybe wanderlust doesn’t disappear. Maybe it just evolves. It stops shouting and starts whispering: you’ve been enough places—now see what’s right in front of you.
November 2025
