A Strange Old Man

After dropping some movies off at Tsutaya, I find myself at a street crossing. While sitting on my bike waiting for the light to change, a most peculiar thing happens–a Japanese person asks me for directions. He’s an old man–diminutive build, long wiry gray hair, and dressed in sports wear with a red backpack. “Where’s

JPN Rush: Ningen Kankei

One can waste their life away in shady anime shops and cheap fast-food joints all they want, but what makes a country is its people, and you’re missing out if you’re not talking to them. I should know, as that was the story of life when I was here last time. But, by virtue of