Hi everyone, this is new. Texture Notes ended, and there was nothing I could do about it. This new blog is about - I don't quite know yet. But it is dedicated to the four shelves of 'poetry by women' in ぽえむ・ぱろうる(poem・parole) , one of the biggest bookstores for poetry, in Ikebukuro. And to the woman discount at all-you-can-eat places. Female dancers who beat the cliche. It is not dedicated to the strippers-gone-awry that I recently paid good money to see. A world where everyone is in their element only when out of their element. Merry Christmas, to those of you who have it. I'm not leaving Japan until I see Santa Claus-on-a-cross with my own eyes. Strangely nostalogic for hot-dog-on-a-stick. Not for the thing itself, just the concept.