Dear Tokyo:
I want you to know that I’m no expert. That’s not what I’m telling people. I’m just going with my gut…just trying to figure out some things. I see things…pieces of the puzzle. But I’m not so vain to think that I can put the whole thing together and make some sense out of it. There is no sense to be made. There are only stories to tell. Take from them what you want. You can only ride one of those bullet trains into the rising sun and hope for the best. I hope that you are in a good mood today.
