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The Unfolding Fan
8 minutes | Aug 20, 2019
Chapter Seventeen: Highway to Hell
The ground was scattered with majestic boulders that seemed to cascade down the hillside. In a murky pond a stone sculpture of a grand ship with a proud, emblazoned sail appeared to float upon the water, with its portly dwarfish crew captained by a stout samurai.
14 minutes | Jul 14, 2019
Chapter Sixteen: Summer Festival Part Two
"I had entertained the thought that being cloaked in the appropriate apparel would make me feel more involved, when in fact I felt far more self conscious and fraudful."
18 minutes | May 28, 2019
Chapter Fifteen: Summer Festival Part One
Being alone, I stood to the side and took some photographs, but my alabaster skin betrayed my clandestinity and a couple of merry folk gave me high-fives.
13 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Fourteen: Totoro Woods, Monkeys and Death Roads
On one of these many colourful cartographies I had found something called the ‘Totoro Forest.’
33 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Thirteen: Speech Contest
What is there to fight for? Everything! Life itself, isn’t that enough? To be lived, suffered, enjoyed!
15 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Twelve: Time Slip
Received wisdom about bear encounters conflictingly suggests running, standing one’s ground, or playing dead; a selection that seems fatally incompatible.
12 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Eleven: Kitakata
Mountains are quite often used to connote that which is fixed and enduring, but in reality there are few things more changeable than the mountains.
14 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Ten: Jennie Wren's Nest
Once in the wake of a contact lens delivery I came back to find a thin cardboard parcel sticking out of my door like someone trying to eat a pizza box from the corner.
26 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Nine: Gut Reaction
Thanks to simplified biological diagrams, a lack of experience of in situ viscera, and a general naivety, I had previously thought of the oesophagus as a clear drop to the stomach, like a stone well to some distant cavern below. It wasn’t until an unwelcome object needed to make the journey through my digestion that I came to realise how ludicrous this image was.
27 minutes | Apr 20, 2019
Chapter Eight: Elementary
One day Nakano-sensei asked which of the elementary schools is my favourite, and it’s possible that I answered a little too quickly with “Matsuyama.”
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