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About Tokyo

Ever tried it myself? Nah—too old, too chicken! But I knew a guy—swear this is true—he’d cruise downtown, nervous as hell. Told me once, “Larry, she looked like my ex!” Nearly cried laughin’—imagine that breakup sequel! Got me wonderin’—what’s the draw? Thrill? Loneliness? Power? “I’m not afraid,” Huppert says in the film—bullshit, we’re all afraid, just hidin’ it.

Later life

When I get there, I see this ancient cedar tree. It’s huge, but it’s leaning like it’s had one too many drinks. I’m thinking, “This thing could take out half the shrine if it falls.” So, I start assessing it, and I’m sweating bullets.

Eugene Akira Masuda