BINDER
Compose
I here.
From a note of mine. April 2004.
Suddenly I find myself in the "Eightfold Fence of the Bamboo Plain".
Japan.
Still at night I wake up and in my sleep wonder where I am. Then I answer myself. And if I am lucky I catch sleep again. Otherwise I stay awake listening to the silence of these alleys, and the rumbling of my heart, which I have never before I had to listen to every night.
I know almost everything you need to know about this country, and yet I am a newly landed foreigner who ...