The Geometry of a Glance
The humidity of the summer night clings to my skin like a
Japanese Culture
The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The Tokyo Skytree stands as a vertical axis of logic against the
The Saccharine Scent of a Summer Night
The humid air of the festival clings to my skin like a
The Recursion of Cherry Petals
I stand here smiling, but my eyes are already in the past.
