The Happy Nakano Snack Zen—A small potatoes
It is truly only in Japan that the perfection of junk food comes keenly into focus… (Photos taken in 5-28-1 Nakano, Nakano-ku, Tokyo (about five minutes from the Life store) in April, 2012)
Monthly Archives: June 2012
She Passes, Glowing—A small rush
She passes and glows, she has no time for you. She passes and glows, but her speed causes no time warp. She passes and glows, and all of Japan’s radio photons contract around her pulling the whole world out of focus. As she goes you can’t be sure who she is, what she was, or [...]
Kotohiro Nishiyama Of Devilrobots Is Just The Nicest Man—A small to-fu adventure
I am midway between 48 and 49 and still enchanted with and charmed by toys. I suppose in a perfect world I would be over my love of toys by now. But I don’t want to live in that world. Happiness is where you find it, even it it’s in a bit of plastic or [...]
I Wish I Was There Today—In the sun of
a Tokyo day, in the crowd of a place I know where the world is either walking on the left, or the right and everyone has someplace interesting to go. I wish I was there today. (Photos taken in Nakano Sun Mall, Tokyo in April, 2012.)
Tokyo Passing—A small, vacant calm
It’s not all crowds and insanity in Tokyo all the time.. There are quiet moments, even in the most crazed and noisy places. And you savor and capture those moments whenever you can. Because Tokyo is a genius glorious dream, but Tokyo can grind you down into powder for a teacup. (Picture taken in a [...]
The Morning Of Coagulated Blood—A small thirst quencher
I don’t two-step for Buddha or his husband Jesus anymore, not like I ever did that much or was good at it. I eat my fingers to the bone, and sometimes ask for seconds even as parts of my skeleton digits get bleached white in the Tokyo sun. I am the greatest hero which you [...]
Peko-chan In Passing—A small crowded lonely
Every day of my immortal life I am the Goddess of Wholesome Milk Candy to these fucking people. Every day, I smile and wave at them. I wear my best clothes for them. And every day they just pass me by. I cry for myself inner plaster-and-steel tears, because every day they pass [...]
Poetic Driver’s License—A small street wisdom
You see all the cars on the road in Japan today. Probably in America too. You’re from America, right? Cars always have headlights on, even in daytime. It’s for visibility, they say. It’s for safety, they say. But what it looks like to me, I’ll tell you what it looks like to me. I’m smiling [...]
Werewolf Weather—A small nocturne
Dragon smoke flows over the town and under the moon, and I am standing upright for the last time tonight. Before I turn I should steal this car and take the 20-minute drive to the deep woods near Hillsborough. There I could feast on a few horses that some of the careless wealthy almost always [...]
Tokyo Street Sleeper—A small and surprisingly tidy thing
If you live or work in Tokyo, seeing variations of drunk men sleeping out in the open on cardboard or tatami mats is probably not a revelation nor a shocking thing. (I am snoozing now, so please go away.) But what struck me about this very neatly comatose man sleeping by himself in the open [...]
