The Temple Bell Rang at 4:30, and That Wasn’t the Hardest Part
The first sound I registered in Gyeongju wasn’t birdsong or chanting or the wooden clack of a moktak—it was the…
The first sound I registered in Gyeongju wasn’t birdsong or chanting or the wooden clack of a moktak—it was the…
The woman at the eel stall didn’t smile when I sat down. She was in her sixties, maybe older, with…
Late October, a Tuesday afternoon. I’d taken the wrong exit from Jongno 3-ga station and ended up in a tangle…
The ferry from Naruto cuts across the Seto Inland Sea on a Tuesday morning that looks like it might rain,…
We woke early in Tsumago-juku, not because we planned to beat anyone, but because the light filtered through the paper…
The key didn’t want to turn. We stood in a parking lot near Tokyo’s eastern edge, a light rain beginning…