Venice is Disneyland. It’s impossible not to think of the parallel. Entering the city even necessitates a departure from the rest of the world, as a single bridge represents its lone physical connection to the mainland. The bus journey over is long, plain, almost entirely empty. I see just one pedestrian over the course of […]Read More Venice is Disneyland
It feels different this time, the memories more distant yet more real at the same time. I’ve visited my hometown of Los Angeles before, when I lived in Boston, and again in Tokyo. True, the most recent trip was a while ago: two and a half years to be precise, a long weekend for a […]Read More This Was My Life
I love Los Angeles. I love it because it’s home, naturally. I remember sitting around once with a couple of friends in graduate school, and we talked about the kind of place we envisioned ourselves settling down in when we got older. Without fail, all of us circled the towns and cities where we grew […]Read More I Love L.A.
It’s only one day. Not even a full day at that. From about 8:45 am to 7 pm, maybe even 9. But for that stretch of today, for that stretch of right now, I’m at an international conference where the building has no wifi, and I have no alternative means to securing internet access. …It […]Read More A Day Without Internet
I’ve had this notepad for about four years now; I bought it in a 100 yen shop in Tokyo – the equivalent of a dollar store there. It’s small, just about pocket-sized, that is, if you bend it slightly in the middle, if you’re wearing the right kind of pants. It’s an old school notepad, […]Read More A Notepad
Already I’m annoyed. There’s a group of about 30, strewn across the grassy area where the bridge ends (or in my case, begins). They’re Americans of course. I surmise this because they’re a little too excited – ‘enthusiastic’ if I were feeling more generous, ‘obnoxious’ because I am not. One by one, another of their […]Read More Suspended in Midair