Tag: Age: thirty
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And So, We Begin Again
Well, well, well. Welcome back to The Owl Hours. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I didn’t have…
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Language Is the Thing With Feathers
But why, why is the rice riding the scooter? I’d had two hours of sleep the night before. Later…
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The World Is Forever Ending
It’s a Sunday morning in Tokyo and I’m making tea, watching snow slowly pile up on the rooftops from…
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Tell Me Everything
I love Tokyo the way that you love a person. But that isn’t quite right, because I fell in…
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The Grief of Past Tense
“I had a brother.” That’s how the story always starts. Soft emphasis on the had, hoping that the past…
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The Memoir I’ll Never Write
Whatever the opposite of Eat, Pray, Love is, I did that. It feels ridiculous to admit out loud. I…