Japan · journal


I didn’t see any of the standard tourist sites in Kobe except for Chinatown; I was here for a Frank Lloyd Wright-designed house that was closed for renovation when I was last in Japan, just outside of the city. I had a marvellous time: the aforementioned house which was beautiful and nearly empty of visitors, charming carpentry tool museum, secondhand bookshop, artist studios under train arches, a whole room to myself in a converted old doctor’s clinic, local shotengai looking for tsukemono, onsen day at a 70s hotel over in Arima, lots of cable cars.


Rolling along

I gets weary, sick of tryin’
I’m tired of livin’, feared of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He just keeps
rolling along

I miss the feeling of going somewhere and living a life expectant that tomorrow brings surprises and pleasures, sunsets and joy. Lately I have been collecting chestnuts and wearing a big check coat, sitting on a bench and staring at browning leaves and crisp blue skies.

One day I’ll write about all the trains I’ve travelled on, and where they’ve taken me.

journal · Taiwan

The Old Zhuilu Trail

Travelled down to Hualien to visit Taroko National Park. I was still ill but determined to go since it was the sole reason I was there. In my fuzzy sick state I didn’t realise I had booked a solid hike and the temperature never dropped beneath 28c, but there were moments of perfection on the way up. Greeting the mountains when you’re at their height is a feeling I’ll never get used to.

journal · Taiwan

Taiwanese fever dream

I fell ill just before I left for Taiwan so most of my time in Taipei was spent coughing in a daze. Things I saw and loved: dogs, queer gfs showing me around, mountains, 20th century architecture on Dihua Street, night food markets, repurposed old factories, a socially liberal Asian city.