Shopping
Tokyo shops like nowhere else on earth — not because of what it sells, but because of how seriously it takes the act of selling. A pencil is wrapped as though it has feelings. A piece of ceramic comes in a box that is itself a small artwork. The service is not performance, it is genuine care for the object changing hands.
We came back with stationery, ceramics, two books we can't read, a linen shirt from a basement in Harajuku, and a very considered tote bag. We left behind a great deal of restraint.
The shopping in Tokyo is not about buying things. It is about understanding what it looks like when someone makes something properly.
Occasional dispatches — new journal entries, quiet places we've just come back from, and the odd reading list. No schedule. No noise.
