One Night in Shibuya

会ひたくて 逢ひたくて踏む 薄氷I want to seeAnd to meet youStepping on the thin ice– Madoka Mayuzumi Countdown Music pulsed from the speakers, people jumping up and down shouting out each number—thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven; the rhythm beating out seconds. Alone in the corner of the club, slumped against the wall, thinking, trying to remember the year that was nearly over. How apt it was to be single now, just […]

Introduction

Travel was always in my blood, even though I did not realise it.

Epilogue

Two months later, weird Ted Bucco and I moved into a single-story white cinder block hut at the top of the hill.