I visited Japan in January of 2019. Since then I’ve had fond memories of Japan to reflect on. Today, those fading moments were sparked to life with an outrageous intensity. To be in Japan is to love Japan.

How is that possible? A worthy question. Maybe with no clear answer. The struggle is worth it.

There’s a reward for being bold. This is where I’m going, are you coming? This is where I draw the line, will you respect it? This is what I want to pursue, will you support it?

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. But what they don’t tell you is every untaken action also marks the death of a possibility. The silence is deafening.

Started at Raohe St. Night Market. We had… This was my first time trying the majority of these foods. Items you’d be hard pressed to find on any Thanksgiving plate. Yet I wouldn’t have it any other way.