Monthly Archives: April 2017

Your memory once excellent, is now faulty. Checking your little shoulder bag, you count the things in it: your I.D., your reading glasses, a notebook and pen. They are all there. Your coat? You are wearing it. You smile. When … Continue reading →

I met him several years ago while seated ta adjacent tables in Sapporo’s pedestrian underground. I was reading a book, and he was sleeping with his head resting on a big black bag. Waking, he looked up, and we smiled. … Continue reading →