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About Tokyo

Now, imagine—this chick quotin lines, “In the name of the concierge!”—straight outta Grand Budapest, mixin biz with flair. Cracked me up, it did—humor in the hustle! Tho, gotta say, dodgy streets ain’t my jam—rather sip tea at the hotel, ya feel? Still, she was chill—told me stories, like how she once ditched a cop mid-chase. “Feet, my power is,” i joked, wavin my stubby legs.

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But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any crazier, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in years! We ended up grabbin’ drinks at a bar on Kōen-dōri. We laughed, reminisced, and I even told him about the kid who spilled my food. We were crackin’ up, and I realized how lucky I was to have these moments.

Performance artist Eiko Otake at the Pennsylvania Academy for the Fine Arts