The Glass Age Diaries | December 9 2024 Here on the train platform there is a man with a bright orange cardigan and a sunshine yellow wheelie case. His rucksack is yellow and black like a bee on his back and the yellow stripes on his trainers complete his look. A girl...
Two men in their 70s do Tai Chi at the park. Wearing matching sleeveless bomber jackets, warm jumpers and khaki cargo pants – their bicycles discarded by a nearby tree. As if lead by a conductor, they move effortlessly and gracefully in sync. I imagine a...
The pavements are damp as I walk towards the bay, it’s warm and I probably didn’t need this coat. As I approach ‘our spot’ I notice the band leader has brought his own cleaning cloths and is wiping down the banister. My fellow Sun worshippers greet me with...
It’s Saturday night, and I’ve arranged to meet a friend from language school in a bar in Ebisu for a drink. Happy Hour at the Hub ends at 7pm, and he texts to say he’ll be late – there’s a body on the line. Trains are so rarely late here. They are sleek,...
I awoke and felt warm. I’d been dreaming of an ice bath, an underground maze of ice baths to be precise. I was taking part in a communal mediation/chanting and upon completion everyone dived into the ice water… but I wasn’t sure where it lead to. People weren’t...
