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Last spring, I moved from Yokoahama to Kyoto. I was a student here in the ‘90s, so I’m quite happy to be back in the city. Throughout my life, I’ve always felt itinerant—we still are in Kyoto. My husband and I live...

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Parallel to an angry road of hasty vehicles, lies Ardiya’s mumsha, its walking area. It is where Ardiya’s residents exercise. To the naked eye, the mumsha is a plain route with trees and light poles. Yet when one...

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In my place I came from, people believe in reincarnation.
I do not believe, or better put it, I did not think about it yet in order to decide if I believe or not. But I inherited from my grandmother and women in...

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Between the predisposition to the Absolute, and the red walls of the labyrinth, the paths that lead to the meaning vary. And, whether the letter is a sword, a candlestick, or a wall-- the truth is farther...

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Wherever I go, I always return. I sometimes don’t want to ever leave. Place is a feeling for me. It is hot air, ferocious rains, and wild beauty, yet there are times when it is all chaos, sadness, injustice and...

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