Dear Dazai, Nathaniel and I talk about spoons a lot. Not actual spoons. We don't have particular opinions on the merits of using a traditional soup spoon versus a dessert spoon when eating a velouté, but metaphorical spoons. Spoons that we use to talk about … Continue reading Spoons



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