Date Visited: December 19, 2017
It was a strange thing. Right before me was a building caught in a perpetual state of ruin, not an inch different than from when an atomic bomb first hit it in 1945. Continue reading “[Hiroshima] On Peace and Politics: The Atomic Bomb Dome”
It was sudden, and then sweeping—the memory of my grandfather.
I was in Chiba, surrounded by stretches of green fields with the summer sky wide open above me, walking alone on a paved road when a small figure hovered in front of me. Its tiny wings were fluttering hastily, as if trying to beat the passing of time.
“A dragonfly!” I said out loud. Continue reading “Dragonfly”