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POINT OF RESONANCE: A POEM
Let me be for you what air is to me— a reminder of life, of destiny. When I accept my humanity, I cry, I shake— the music of it all...
POINT OF RESONANCE: A POEM
Let me be for you what air is to me— a reminder of life, of destiny. When I accept my humanity, I cry, I shake— the music of it all...
WHY YOU'RE NOT FORSAKEN
Something culminated in me, in all my mental darkness—a kizuki, a realization I had hungered for my entire life. I want to tell you about it. And I wish I...
WHY YOU'RE NOT FORSAKEN
Something culminated in me, in all my mental darkness—a kizuki, a realization I had hungered for my entire life. I want to tell you about it. And I wish I...
THE OTHER SIDE OF EN
In Japanese, we have a word: en (縁). It means connection—not the surface-level contact list, but those invisible strings that tie us to one another. Heart strings. Soul strings. The...
THE OTHER SIDE OF EN
In Japanese, we have a word: en (縁). It means connection—not the surface-level contact list, but those invisible strings that tie us to one another. Heart strings. Soul strings. The...
WHAT MY BODY WANTS ME TO KNOW
A love letter from the body. Inspired by a prompt from Elizabeth Gilbert, this piece emerged as a message from within—a reminder that our bodies are not possessions, but partners...
WHAT MY BODY WANTS ME TO KNOW
A love letter from the body. Inspired by a prompt from Elizabeth Gilbert, this piece emerged as a message from within—a reminder that our bodies are not possessions, but partners...
HOW TO CARRY BAGGAGE THAT WAS NEVER YOURS
Good evening. Or morning. Or whatever time you’re reading this. I live in multiple timelines, with one foot in Tokyo and the other in timelessness. My Tokyo-self makes sure my...
HOW TO CARRY BAGGAGE THAT WAS NEVER YOURS
Good evening. Or morning. Or whatever time you’re reading this. I live in multiple timelines, with one foot in Tokyo and the other in timelessness. My Tokyo-self makes sure my...
I LIED MY WAY INTO LOVE
Her symptoms started when she was 47. I was just 17. At first, it seemed like an extension of her usual forgetfulness or casual carefreeness. But then she missed the...
I LIED MY WAY INTO LOVE
Her symptoms started when she was 47. I was just 17. At first, it seemed like an extension of her usual forgetfulness or casual carefreeness. But then she missed the...