Dear Dazai, When I was a child I got a splinter stuck in my right hand, at the base of my index finger. I don’t remember how I got it. What I was doing at the time, is lost to the fallible memory I possess. … Continue reading Splinter



Dear Dazai, Osaka and I have had a rough start, I feel as though we’ve misunderstood each other and that we might need a do-over. Perhaps it’s just me, but there’s a tiredness to me that means that I’ve found doing anything here hard work. … Continue reading Osaka


Dear Dazai, There’s a sense of serenity that comes from being at an onsen, bathing in the water, as if the monstrous temperature burns any of the stress from your body. Too hot. Too acidic. Too hard to focus on anything other than those sensations. … Continue reading Kanazawa


Dear Dazai, I got a tattoo this last week. Actually I got two. It's one of those things that people expect you to do in your teens or early twenties. Something reckless and not thought out. Something that you'll get ten years down the track … Continue reading Scars