Sublime

Shobashi comes alive at night. From appearances, it’s a dump. And from sundown to sun-up, on the third floor of a building throbbing with karaoke reverb, you’ll find the bar where Makiko works, five nights a week, from seven until around midnight.

I could hear the store’s voice telling me what it wanted, how it wanted to be. I understood it perfectly.

nisei

I was beginning to lose track of what “society” actually was.

absurdly smoky motsuyaki restaurants,

obstinate

THE TRAITS THAT MAKE A PERSON WHO THEY ARE