It was approaching midnight on a cold Tuesday. My boyfriend and I were drunkenly trawling the backstreets of Shibuya, leading us to the street of…
Do you have itchy feet? Are you having a mini quarter-life crisis, or feeling stuck in a rut trying to figure out what the hell…
During my stay in Japan, I observed a lot of fortune-telling in Tokyo. I write “observed” because I found it difficult to get my own…
Hi, I’m interested in your collection. *Delete Delete Delete* Hello, I would like to come and see your dolls. *Delete Delete Delete* Maybe I should…
Are you a wannabe freelance writer or an aspiring travel journalist with itchy feet? Do you want to spend a month frolicking across urban and…
I’ve always been a model citizen. Not a church boy, but just enough so my moral compass feels I’m benefitting the world in some fashion….
As kids, Mum would tell us, “Don’t talk to strangers.” But living in Tokyo for a month, I thought I’d be spontaneous, so I searched…
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….
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…
