My confused brain: On Sundays

  I wake up as I do every morning at 5:00 a.m. without alarms. I think I am an early bird because I am neither tired or grumpy. I am fully awake. But today is Sunday, and although my heart is ready to write, my brain has decided not to oblige today. “It is Sunday”…

A blockheaded writer got help from beyond

Every professional writer tells us, amateur writers, to write every single day. “Even when you don’t feel like writing, go ahead and write why you don’t feel like writing,” they tell us. Sadly, my friends, this is one of those days, when everything seems to go wrong, and even the simplest syntax and vocabulary seem…

Cicadas and the peeping Tom

  I recall my first day in these islands as if it were yesterday, but not because of the excitement of arriving in a new place to discover, to learn from, to treasure in my heart for the years to come. But because of the noisy, impolite, nerve-wracking singing of the cicadas, that woke me…

Yone oni

One morning in the busy city I live in, I got into the train, without realizing I was about to be emotionally and physically abused by a ninny salary boy, who, I am sure, will die a virgin. I will call him “the ninny” I, unluckily, stood next to “the ninny” when I got on…

Shinjuku: The beast and the heart of Tokyo

  When I arrived to Shinjuku for the very first time, I got lost and I almost ended up crying in one of its corners, as I am houkouonchi, which means literally “person with no sense of direction” (方向音痴 ほうこうおんち)I still hopeless to find my way around this big city. But if you survive your…

With love

Walking along the gray streets, sometimes, I wonder how I survived all this time without you. You said goodbye one morning, and although it was not up to you to stay, or to leave. The fact is that you left, and your farewell changed my life. For better or worse nothing was the same. I…

Fairies and my insomnia

Late at night, fairies visit me whispering stories and old tales. Some speak familiar languages, some talk in dialects I have never heard. Nonetheless, they all come to share their stories and their secrets. They fly around me, tickle me, pull my hair softly until I wake up and agree to play with them. When my…