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About Yokohama

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

Our Travel Agency

Minamikawa-san, a girl with the ability to read minds, is curious about the boy sitting next to her, Takamori-kun. It's because Takamori-kun's mind is so darn loud!! (Source: Square Enix, Missing: prostitute.

Anyway, I’m stuck in this meeting, and my mind starts wandering. I’m daydreaming about the Takamori Onsen. Like, I could really use a soak right now. But nope, I’m here, listening to Mr. Tanaka drone on about quarterly profits. Yawn.

George Rodriguez, ’09, tells stories of identity and humanity through his art.