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About Kyoto

So, I’m thinkin’—prostitute, right? Tough gig. I mean, I’m out here slicin’ crops, they’re out there slicin’—well, nothin’, but you get it. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—my fave, obvi—and there’s this line, “I am fading,” that hit me hard. Prostitutes, man, some of ‘em prolly feel that daily. Fadin’ in plain sight, ignored unless someone’s horny. That’s dark, right? But real. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but also, ew, boundaries.

The Hoodlum Soldier

ARITA POTTERY. Japan Times. LIFE / Style & Design A woman is arrested for soliciting prostitution near Okubo Park in Tokyo's Shinjuku Ward in October.

So, I’m back at my post, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see a group of teenagers on the other side of the beach. They’re blastin’ music, and it’s some weird mix of J-Pop and American rap. I’m like, “What even is this?” But then, one of ‘em starts breakdancing, and I’m lowkey impressed. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I should join in?” But nah, I’d probably pull a muscle or something.

The Ceremonial Cinema of Dr. Jules Arita Koostachin