End of the Rice Age

End of the Rice Age

At Hime station only the elderly board the JR trains. Youth has abandoned the toil of the rice fields for the glitter of Tokyo streets. They ride the train into an autumn sunset comparing in whispers how much their hands resemble the gnarled branches of the passing...
Living In The Good Old Days Illusion

Living In The Good Old Days Illusion

It feels like we are entering a new world. A combination of societal changes and new tech rearranges my perspective on an almost daily basis. But I truly hope that I never end up like one of those old men desperately clinging to their foggy memories of “the good ‘ol...
Benevolent Insanity

Benevolent Insanity

I think I’d like to spend my final years growing a long white beard, wearing a simple brown robe with a hemp rope belt and dirty sandals. I’d like to find a large park somewhere in a massive metropolis (preferably with perennial warmth), where I can spend my days...
Aug 6th-Aug 9th

Aug 6th-Aug 9th

I thought I’d be used to it after 15 years, the angry stares that hold a little longer on those days. Even though those old enough to have lived it are almost gone TV keeps it alive for the young. I want to say, “The decision was Trueman’s 35 years before I was born....
Kundalini Confusion

Kundalini Confusion

I have no idea what to expect. Some Indian music plays in the background, a sitar, warbly singing, Mantras maybe. We sit in a circle on a large white couch. The Deeksha Givers ask us to close our eyes and relax or meditate. I’m in half lotus slowly counting my breath....

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