Insert HTML hereArtificial Cleaning Service You might not believe this is Indonesia, but it is. With the help of Photoshop, I cleared the river and even “raked” the grass. Zooming in to 200%, circling one piece of trash after another, made me feel disgusted—as though I were picking up every piece with my bare hands. Three or…
Happy Lights It was winter in Tokyo. It’s Tokyo, not Sapporo, but still, winter is winter. I was on my way back from the Imperial Palace to my hotel—looking forward to a warm room. But the cheering people on the sidewalk lit a fire in me. They gasped, “Waa… sugoi!” again and again as the…
History Turns into History Throughout my school years, my history teachers taught me that history was a boring subject. Of course, that was my own impression. But as more “history” was added to my own life, I found myself becoming a history enthusiast. If someone had told my school-age self that one day I would…
