It was an early spring morning in Kanagawa. As I mechanically fed myself mouthfuls of…
Author: anglesjournal
“…” I could never recall the sound of his voice. It was the summer of 1982…
Near my house, there is a large botanical garden. It doesn’t display flowers and trees…
If I could grow like a weedAfter being drenched by the rain, I would grow…
Japan is notorious for its depressingly low level of gender equality. According to the most…
Angles 