Festival It started as a distant echo. I paused my movie, straining my ears. Chanting and drums. I shrugged it off—just another Japanese festival that I wouldn’t understand. But the sound drew closer. The drums were beating their way towards me, until the sound filled my apartment. I stepped onto my balcony and spied red […]Read More Spirit of Japan
With scalpel in hand, she cut deeply across her chest. It didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt now. She reached in a trembling hand and shoved it under her ribcage, then tore out her still-beating heart. Blood dripped onto the pages, sinking crimson deep into the paper. There was only one place left for her heart. Vision […]Read More How does love manifest on the page?