Content warning: This piece discusses self-harm, suicide and mental health. In Japan, a country known for its conformity, the backstreets of Tokyo reject and rebel….
In the dying days of the Japanese ski season, there was a definite lack of snow. When there is a lack of snow around these…
I ate nothing but onigiri and edamame for five days and nearly lost my mind A wildly distorted account of surviving on green beans, confronting…
To the last man standing. To the big night out. The party isn’t over if the music’s still playing. Who did I get that cigarette…
He bumbles aimlessly through the station, his sandy brown hair a beacon, head and shoulders above the tide of mostly black. He has no passport…
Clack, Clack, Clack. I press my teeth together as I sit on a stool in the tiny, five-person bar. The edges of my vision blur…
“Whoa, hey, no!” I said. “Don’t eat the plastic! Nah, nah!” I managed to pry the deer’s jaws off the plastic, holding it up in…
It’s a Monday night and I’m standing in a bar bedecked with crushed crimson velvet, staring at a phallic mound of vibrating silicone. I’m in…
It was 2PM in Osaka, and I was staring a pair of socks to death from the window of a shop in Tsuruhashi. This was…
She beams at me expectantly. I look back confused and unsure of what she is saying. Damn I wish I spoke Japanese. I step onto…
My capsule hotel had bigger beds and cheaper rates than anything else in the area, but it didn’t have walls around its showers. So as…
Together with a flood of Japanese businessmen on their way home, I leave the train station and embark on a journey through Tokyo’s suburbia. It’s…
