“What is your favorite prefecture?”

If I got 100 yen every time someone asked me this, I would probably have enough to fund my own rural tourism campaign by now, complete with cultish pamphlets and questionable daikon mascot.

Coming from a tropical country basically means I have spent my entire life in sweltering heat, perpetually sweaty shirts, and weather forecasts that are completely useless, which probably explains why I am endlessly drawn to what I cannot have.

A world of silver fluff. Air so crisp and quiet it actually hurts your face a little. read more