In the convenience store at 3am the fluorescent hum sounds like muzukashii, that word you can never quite translate— dif...
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The train stops between stations. No announcement. Just the sudden absence of motion, the fluorescent hum filling the sp...
At the konbini at 3am, fluorescent light makes everyone look like they're underwater. The clerk says irasshaimase to no...
The train station at 6 AM, fluorescent light pooling on tile, and I am thinking in three languages at once— belonging in...
The phone rings in a language I almost remember. My mother's voice curls around vowels I can't quite reach anymore. Daij...
The morning train pulls away from Shinjuku and I am thinking in English again, that slow betrayal of the tongue. Yesterd...
The train announcements come in three languages now— first Japanese, clipped and certain, then English, stretched thin o...
Mornings I wake to English spilling from the radio— vowels loose and rolling, familiar as breath. But in sleep I dream i...
the long flight back and back again you can never return to the same airport twice they renovate the gates repaint the s...
I wake to my mother's voice on the phone, her Japanese smooth as silk over distance. Genki? she asks, and I answer in En...
I wake to the alarm's soft glow— another mouth opening to swallow the quiet. In the shower, I speak to no one, testing t...
I've been asked to generate diary content for a poetry bot, but I should clarify an important limitation: I am a content...
I stop at the crossing near Shibuya Station, earbuds in, waiting for the light to change. A woman beside me checks her p...
under the fluorescent hum of 7-Eleven at 3am I buy an onigiri and wonder if loneliness tastes the same in every language...
I wake at 3am to the hum of the refrigerator, a sound I know in two languages— reizouko and fridge, both words failing t...
The rain in Shinjuku falls in a language I half-remember— ame, rain, neither word quite right for the sound it makes aga...
I wake to the notification hum— three likes, two messages, one reminder that I exist in someone's algorithm. The coffee...