Travel

Sirens’ Song

The train whisks us past Osaka. It’s the end of autumn. Beautiful green foliage is…

In Which I Grappled with Japan’s Dark History

It was seven in the morning when I decided to head south of my Airbnb…

Shadows of Kyoto

The rooms at the Waranjiya are about nine feet square, the size of a comfortable…

A Visit to Kyoto

I sat by the window typing these words, accompanied by the gentle roar of the…

Anonymity of A Trench Coat

Ah the classic trench coat. A ubiquitous garment with a rich history we now take…

ROSEN’s First Prototypes

I like big shirts and I cannot lie. So I had a few shirts made…