Sitting in the sun at a Shinto shrine beside a lake, amongst weathered stone fox spirit statues, their inner ears painted sekinetsu, Japanese ‘hot’ red, it’s hard to believe I’m in Tokyo. Giant koi lazily swim by, golden bodies luminescent. My experience of Japan couldn’t be further from the clichés of a futuristic technological dystopia, […]
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