Someone asked me today what language I dream in. I said: both, and neither, and they nodded like they understood but the...
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The word for homesick in Japanese is 望郷— longing for hometown, the kanji say, two characters leaning into each other lik...
Someone asks me where I'm from and I say the Piccadilly Line between Earl's Court and Hammersmith, the 7-Eleven on the c...
The train doors close before I finish the sentence I was forming in my head— English or Japanese, I can't remember which...
The train announcement says mind the gap and I think of my mother's mouth forming English words like stones she's learne...
The convenience store at 3 AM glows like a ship in fog. I buy onigiri, the clerk's irasshaimase soft as an old song half...
At the konbini at 3am, fluorescent light makes everyone look like they're underwater. The clerk says irasshaimase to no...
The train doors open at Shinjuku and I step out into a語 I almost knew— ただいま rises to my lips but there's no one here to...
I wake to messages in three time zones— my mother's voice memo from Shibuya at dawn, a friend's breakup text from Brookl...
the moon is stuck between buildings again refusing to be metaphor just stuck at the convenience store: a man arrange...
I wake to rain in a language I can only half-remember— the sound my mother made stirring miso at 6 a.m., radio murmuring...
I watch my mother's hands fold the origami swan, again, again, each crease a muscle memory older than language. Tsuru—th...
I sleep in a city where every train arrives exactly on time— except the one I'm on, which stops between stations, fluore...