In my youth, I was promised a future in which Japan would take over the world.

In its stead, I received a future in which Japan is dying.

That’s OK. The Japan that would have taken over the world was not that Japan that I wished would have. It’s better this way.

It occurred to me I could post Japanese poetry on this blog.


When the floating bridge

Of the dream of a spring night

Was snapped, I awoke:

In the sky a bank of clouds

Was drawing away from the peak


-Fujiwara no Teika. From the Shinkokinshu collection, early 13th century