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Posts focusing on the day-to-day minutiae of running an interconnected hyper-portal and dynamic HQ in the age of social mediocrity.
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Drunken Ko Un
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2 min read
Audience of subway strangers. Stagger at them! Pelt them with praise! I’m Ko Un, and I’m drunker than a poem. This text, pirated, sallies forth upon the bristled breeze. Ko Un! Standing in your shadow magic. Spam, originating from the Republic of Soju, hits me fortnightly. Ko Un! Standing by the door, laughing at advertisements.…
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First Impressions of Beard
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1 min read
For all the doubters who cast nasturtiums on my ability to grow a beard, new evidence has emerged in the form of archival photos and painful memories. Please, consider these first impressions of beard, taken whilst freezing my arse off in Sapporo, Japan. Given my albino skin colour, the presence of bed-hair in these shots…
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Imaginary Mao
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3 min read
I got Mao’s text around 20:00. I was sitting in a dingy bar watching boxers spar on the TV. I’ll be late, don’t wait for me. So I ordered some more wasabi peas & massaged my stiff knees. It’s always like this: it’s always Mao who’s late. Something about make-up, a facelift, a mausoleum somewhere.…
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Nagasaki crows
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3 min read
‘It was the corpses of the Koreans that remained scattered in the ruins longer than any others. One reason is that although many Japanese people survived the atomic bombing, very few Koreans survived. There was nothing we could do. Crows flew down in flocks from the sky and ate the eyeballs of the Korean corpses.…
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Lonely Planet
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2 min read
There’s a train that’s stopped moving, in the middle of Hokkaido, in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter. The sound of a thousand snores, a thousand sleepy sighs. The rumble of a passing train. The one the driver’s waiting for. There’s a train that’s stopped moving but any minute now it’ll…
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To beard or not to beard?
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4 min read
That is the question I have been asking myself for the past ten days here in Japan, where I have given into the temptation to let my facial hair grow, partly as a form of self-amusement and partly because it’s something I like to try out every now and then, in the hope that I…
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snow sea swan
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1 min read
Snow globules hanging from the trees, like silvery pollen or the larvae of worms. Rice fields smothered by six months of snow, their feeder canals obliterated, the shallow stream a black slit in the hollow. Houses dwarfed by their new snow skins, train stations drowning beneath the sky’s white tears. More snow than I have…