29november2025
TOKYO (ASAKUSA,) JAPAN STREET ART: FESTIVAL
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TOKYO (ASAKUSA,) JAPAN STREET ART: KABUKI / NOH
A kabuki/noh-style performer—a powerful, possibly supernatural figure with wild hair, dressed in luxurious kimono, holding a theatrical or festival drum, surrounded by falling gold “confetti.” It blends traditional stage symbolism (white face, wig, colours, drum) with everyday urban life (a metal shutter), which is very Japanese: old culture embedded right into the fabric of the modern city.
November 2025
TOKYO (ASAKUSA,) JAPAN STREET ART: CULTURAL MURAL
Japanese Tradition/History-themed murals are displayed on the shop gates leading up to Sensō-Ji. A beautiful form of street art.
29november25
TOKYO, JAPAN: FLASH OF PERFECTION
Sometimes it hits me in the middle of absolutely nothing special. Standing in line for coffee. Walking past a convenience store. Standing in the classroom. And then suddenly—there it is. This weird rush, like a wave coming in fast and warm. For one second, everything lines up: my body, my breath, sharply ‘here.’
It doesn’t feel like joy exactly, or relief, or excitement. It’s quieter than that, but stronger. It’s like my brain stops scrolling through past and future and just… lands. No “what if,” no “I should,” no “I wish.” Just: this. This room, this street, this country, this age, this version of me. And instead of fighting it, I feel this wild, gentle yes rising up from somewhere deep. It’s a ‘flash of perfection,’ if I had to name it. I’ve experienced these moments throughout my whole life.
I always notice how physical it is. My chest loosens, my shoulders drop, my jaw unclenches. My eyes suddenly see more. Nothing about the situation has changed, but my angle has. It’s like I’ve been watching my life from outside the window, and for a second I step into the room. Just for a second.
Is that a thing? I don’t know the clinical term. Maybe someone would call it mindfulness or presence or a micro-moment of grace. To me, it feels like my life quietly tapping me on the shoulder and saying, “Hey. You’re not missing it. You’re in it.” It’s so fast, and then it’s gone. Nothing lingers. It essentially serves as a reminder to be grateful.
I think those tiny waves matter. They’re proof that underneath the constant static, there’s still a part of me that can recognize being alive as it’s happening. A little internal compass that, every once in a while, points dead center and whispers, Right here. This is it.
November2025
TOKYO, JAPAN: THIS ONE FACE
Saturday evening train out of Shibuya, standing room only.
In the middle of all that—there’s this one face. Holding on with one hand and smiling so sweetly at his friend. Everyone else is bowed over their phones, I’m listening to one of the greatest albums from beginning to end, James’ “Laid,” with my earbuds…the perfect soundtrack for the existential burdens I’ve been carrying lately.
And here’s the part that feels particularly existential. This train car is a moving box full of parallel lives: strangers pressed shoulder to shoulder, I’m tucked into a corner, we’re all pretending not to notice each other, breathing the same air and thinking completely different thoughts. Tomorrow most of us won’t remember a single face from this ride. Except for me. His face will stay with me a while. My shutter snapped, confirming this moment happened. He was here. I was here.
29november2025
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TOKYO, JAPAN: COLLECTIVE PSYCHE
Japan is more like a collective psyche than a country. A mood, a rhythm, a wavelength you either fall into or orbit around. And twenty-two years ago, I fell straight into it. I lived here, walked these streets, memorized the turns and alleys like they were part of my body. I thought coming back would be like slipping into a familiar dream—the kind where everything feels exactly as it was left.
But memory lies. Or maybe it softens the edges so much that when you return, the real thing feels almost unrecognizable.
Back then, I remember walking out of the station into quiet streets. A 7-Eleven on the left as I headed home. A few small, unassuming izakayas tucked into dark corners. A Jamaican jerk chicken place trying so hard to make it in “up and coming” Ebisu that its entire existence felt like an underdog story. I remember believing I knew this place intimately. I knew the walk to Shibuya. I knew the route to the pool at the local rec center. I knew how to get to Lindsey and Rob’s apartment without thinking.
And now?
Nothing is familiar.
I can’t tell where one street starts and another disappears. The landmarks I carried in my soul—the bookstore on the second floor where I first read Capote’s “In Cold Blood,” and “The Life of Pi,” by Yann Martel, the place where I found stacks of strange little paperbacks—gone. No trace. Just new storefronts, new lives, new versions of Tokyo that never included me.
It’s as if the city molted while I was gone, shedding every version of the past I thought I still belonged to.
Maybe that’s the true danger of returning to a place you once loved: you expect it to wait for you. You imagine it paused at the moment you left, still warm with your presence. But cities don’t wait. They reinvent. They fold and unfold. They make new memories with new people. And when you come back, you’re just another outsider walking through a life someone else is living now.
I used to think returning would reconnect me. Instead, it reminded me how far I’ve moved, and how far Tokyo has moved without me.
I guess if you’re going to leave a place, you should never expect to return to the same version of it—or the same version of yourself.
November 2025
TOKYO (HARAJUKU,) JAPAN: ART CROWD
22november2025
TOKYO (SANGENJAYA,) JAPAN ART: HISTORICAL STREET MARKER
This is a historical street marker for Sangenjaya (三軒茶屋) — the area’s name literally means “Three Tea Houses.”
The upper part is a tile relief in an ukiyo-e style, showing Edo-period travelers stopping at a tea house — a nod to how this area looked when it was a major rest stop on the old roads leading in and out of Edo (Tokyo).
The lower metal plaque explains the history of Sangenjaya, including:•
The area once had three famous teahouses (三軒茶屋):
Kado Chaya, Iseya, and Tanakaya• Travelers on the Setagaya road would rest here, eat, drink tea, and continue toward Futako-Tamagawa or Shibuya. • The spot became a lively stopover town, eventually growing into today’s Sangenjaya.
You’re basically looking at a heritage marker showing what Sangenjaya used to be — a busy Edo-period roadside tea-house district — before it became the cool, crowded neighborhood it is today.
15november2025
TOKYO (SETAGAYA,) JAPAN: SHŌIN JINJA
Shōin Jinja — a quiet Setagaya shrine honoring Yoshida Shōin, the rebel teacher whose ideas sparked the Meiji Restoration and helped shape modern Japan.
The shrine is dedicated to Yoshida Shōin, one of the most influential thinkers of the late Edo period. Before Japan opened its doors to the world, Shōin was already dreaming ahead, writing, teaching, and urging his students to imagine a different Japan—one that could learn from the outside and reshape itself from within. He taught from a tiny school called Shōka Sonjuku, and from this humble space came young minds who would later lead the Meiji Restoration, the political and social transformation that pulled Japan into the modern era.
Shōin paid a price for his ideas. In 1859, he was executed as a political threat, long before his vision became reality. But his students carried his teachings forward, shaping a new Japan in the decades after his death. It’s rare in history that a single teacher’s influence ripples so far.
There’s something moving about standing where generations of visitors have come to pay respect, not to a samurai or a statesman, but to a teacher whose ideas changed the country.
A shrine for a mind ahead of its time. A reminder that ideas outlive us. And a peaceful stop in Tokyo when you need a moment to feel connected to something deeper than the city noise.
15november2025
TOKYO, JAPAN: MATCHA
In Japanese culture, matcha isn’t just a drink — it’s a whole way of paying attention.
和 (wa) – harmony
敬 (kei) – respect
清 (sei) – purity
寂 (jaku) – tranquility / quiet stillness
Tea ceremony & Zen: Matcha is at the heart of the Japanese tea ceremony (chanoyu / sadō), a ritual that grew with Zen Buddhism. It’s used to practice mindfulness, stillness, and the idea of finding beauty in imperfection and transience (wabi-sabi).
Values in a teacup: The traditional matcha ceremony is built on four core principles: harmony, respect, purity, and tranquility. Everything—from cleaning the utensils to how the bowl is turned—is meant to express these values.
Connection, not just flavor: Historically, matcha was drunk by monks, samurai, and elites, then spread as an art form that creates a quiet, shared moment between host and guest—one meeting, one time (ichigo ichie).
15december2025