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Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

one of my favourite reads this summer
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the sound of raindrops and the smell of fir branches.

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~    William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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(Additional to the photos from Kansai - above are Ehime, Yamanaka Lake, and Sendai)

I was very blessed to have the opportunity to intern with Ashinaga this summer - I lived, worked, and traveled all over Japan with some of the most gifted and intelligent people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Being able to make a difference in someone’s life is such a rewarding experience that I never fully understood until this summer. When kids who are only a few years junior to me tell me their stories about their hardship in losing a parent, I realize the struggle and sadness that these kids have faced from such a young age. Their strength, however, in keeping their family intact in the small ways they can and their growth through this hardship has made me so aware of the progress I have yet to make despite my privileged life.
I believe that every person has a story to tell by the time their lifeline is up. Whatever this struggle is, is what connects people, which is how I know these people I met over this summer have made a lifelong impact on me and my perspective. Thank you, Ashinaga, and most importantly Ozu Tsudoi, for giving me the experience every person should have.

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“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”
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New York City Subway, 1969, Richard Estes
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Opaque  by  andbamnan