Globalism? Diversity? Organic to my family.
Please exhibit the content of your character. Thank you.
Why I Wrote “Tea,” Why I Write Anything
Tea is not quiet, but turbulent. Tremblings. So fine you can’t see them. So dense it seems to be standing still. We Japanese women drink a lot of it. Become it. Swallow the tempest. And nobody knows. The storm inside. Ever. We remain… Peaceful. Contained. The eye of the hurricane. But if you can taste…