________________________________________ Kodokushi Kisetsu takes his last breath at 12:47 AM on January 1st. Shogatsu. The New Year. The most important moment of the Japanese calendar. Outside, in the distance, the village prepares for celebration. Temple bells begin their counting 108 times to cleanse 108 earthly desires. The sound carries across the rice fields, across the winter darkness, through the bare persimmon trees, reaching his small traditional house at the edge of

two kids attempt a dine and dash

this account is a ture recolection of one single night spent in the infamous room 602 staff accomodations while working and traveling through vietnam

I opened the fridge door and grabbed the lone orange soda from amidst the wilting lettuce and shriveled mushrooms, with full intentions of guzzling it right after I prepped my coffee for the next morning. I looked at the water level through the glass indicator on the side of the machine, reached over, and flicked on the faucet and nudged the lever over to the cold zone and let it run till the neck of the tap was frosty with condensation. This being mid-December, the temperatu