by Tom Henry Brooks 3


Out here, on the edge of everything, the view is spectacular…

“…man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world – and defines himself afterwards.”

“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.”

Jean-Paul Sartre

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted
and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald


Everything I’ve ever written that was somewhat existential in its nature, perhaps negative, or just plain depressing, well…it’s all true…

Someday I’ll be dead. I will cease to exist. And all that will remain will be the ART I’ve left behind…

“Curious is a good thing to be…that seems to pay some, uh, unexpected dividends…”

Iggy Pop

(talking to Anthony Bourdain on
the beach in Miami in 2015)

“Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.”

Friedrich Von Schiller

“Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something…”


“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”

Ernest Hemingway

“Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

(thanks to the lovely and talented @ana.aquilare on Instagram for sharing these beautiful words and reminding me and everyone about the brutal truth…)


too cool to do drugs

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“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous than standing armies…
If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of currency,
the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people
of their property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their
fathers conquered.”

Thomas Jefferson

(If this quote doesn`t say it all, then I just don`t know what does…)

“An extraterrestrial visitor examining the differences among human societies would find those differences trivial compared to the similarities.
Our lives, our past and our future are tied to the sun, the moon and the stars…We humans have seen the atoms which constitute all of nature and the forces that sculpted this work…and we, who embody the local eyes and ears and thoughts and feelings of the cosmos, have begun to wonder about our origins…star stuff contemplating the stars, organized collections of ten billion billion billion atoms, contemplating the evolution of nature, tracing that long path by which it arrived at consciousness here on the planet earth…Our loyalties are to the the species and to the planet.  Our obligation to survive and flourish is owed not just to ourselves, but also to that cosmos, ancient and vast.
We are one species.  We are star stuff harvesting star light.”

Carl Sagan

“It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”


“In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful,
must also reflect decay.
And unless it wants to break faith with
its social function,
art must show the world as changeable,
and help to change it.”

Ernst Fischer

“It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.”

“We live as we dream – alone…”

Joseph Conrad
“Heart of Darkness”

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my EDUCATION…”

Mark Twain

“Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought.”

“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is
to go on creating oneself endlessly…”

Henri Bergson

Note to Self:

Try not to be such a sarcastic asshole.
In other words, try to be NICE…

August 12th, 2015

The so-called “lifeguards” tell you to get out of the water at dusk, the best time for a swim.
They are such little tiny people, young boys really.  I was surfing big thumping waves when they were just a gleam in some sake-drunk Japanese dude`s bloodshot eye.  Nonetheless, they say to get out.  They just want to go home.  So I pretend to get out.  They leave.  I go back in the water.  It`s that simple.  I never was much of a rule-follower.  The dome of sky above is glowing in shades of indigo and purple.  Planes crawl across the vast spaces to the south, heading towards Haneda Airport.  Birds wheel above.  The vast city of Tokyo hums with distant life all around me, but here, only here, I am alone, if only for a few moments.  All is well with the world.  To swim in Tokyo Bay in the violet dusk is NOT an experience to be forgotten….EVER….

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

Oscar Wilde


“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it –
basically because you feel good, very good, when you
are near or with them.”

Charles Bukowski
August 16th (Happy Birthday, Hank)
Gone but never forgotten


TREE OF LIFE     by Tom Henry Brooks 3

Pictures of a life lived fully
flash in temporal-shifting
non-linear sequences

In the space of memory
everything seems a
beautiful snapshot

A long lost moment
hanging there
in the mists of time

*   *   *

A  46-year-old man
stands by a mountaintop shrine in Japan
Nothing but the music of the wind

A toddler lies on the grass beneath a blue sky
He is surrounded by trees
A new sound he is
aware of….the birds…

A young teenager floats in the ocean on a surfboard
Just seagulls and the crimson sunset horizon
A dark wave approaches, he paddles into it

Shadows of leaves wavering on the backyard wall
The bright sunlight is in the boy`s eyes, he smiles
seeing the beautiful young mother dancing in the sprinklers

A young man stands in the crowded nightclub
Music thumping and drunken faces dancing maniacally
He wonders what the hell he is doing here

Father is angry
Mother sits under the backyard trees in a purple dusk
with tears in her eyes as a gentle breeze blows
The boy looks out the window and sees this
He feels a deep sadness
This is his first taste of love crumbling into dust

Blue sky

Black Night

Neon madness

Quiet insanity

An explosion of color

The girl lies on the bed sprawled out naked
Her black hair fans across the pillow like a bird`s wings
He watches her sleeping peacefully
The venetian blinds cast angular shadows across the wall
He can hear the cars hiss by outside
and an occasional siren
The crickets complete the symphony

He sits on Venice Beach at 1AM
drinking a small bottle of Jack Daniels
He knows he will sleep on the beach like a bum tonight
He knows she is gone forever
The relentless black waves wash upon the shore
The moon is a silver crescent in the endless night
This is his fifth taste of love crumbling into dust

He knows for certain this is not the last time

A bike

A rice field

A volcanic mountain

A blue sky


A man exists within all this


The boy wakes up in the night
He realizes he was dreaming
A hand had come out of the wall
and tried to pull him into a fathomless darkness
Even at this young age he realizes
he always has been and always will be
within this darkness

He is older now and, as always, he is alone
He is drifting in a sea of memories
“The pure present is an ungraspable
advance of the past devouring the future.
In truth all sensation is already memory.”
The great philosopher Henri Bergson wrote this
He loves these words
They are so very true
He sits there trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together
Even this is already a memory

No answers
Only more questions
No regrets
It`s all part of the bigger picture
A picture that we can never grasp as a whole
but only in small enigmatic pieces
that leave one holding only grains of dust and ash
that blow away in the winds of time

He sits with his sister in the backyard under a tree
The endless blue sky of a summer day
They sit on a blanket eating sandwiches that mother has made
They drink lemonade
The world turns and things keep happening
But for them, there is only this backyard and this summer day

Deep Mexico
Under a jungle canopy in Colima
sitting by a shanty hut made of tin sheeting and wood and palm leaves
The insects drone on and on in the trees
The heat is oppressive but somehow soothing
He sits with his friend eating cold tamales and drinking beer
They smoke joints and talk and laugh
Later they will surf or go fishing
They will wander the sleepy beachside Mexican town
They will go to the plaza and play soccer with the kids
and eat tacos in the cool blue summer dusk
It doesn`t matter
Anything is possible
They are happy because they are young and free

But it won`t last

This also, is already a memory

Nothing lasts forever

It is 2:30AM
He lurches out of the Irish bar after a good amount of whiskey
He wanders the streets of the Lower East Side
for an unknown amount of time
He finds this chair sitting on an empty street corner
waiting just for him
He sits down and lights a cigarette
He stares as at the dark fire escapes and the facades
of the old tenements and the unpeopled streets
He can hear the rats rustling in the trash
He hears a distant siren
He tries to clear his mind of all thought but
he finds this to be impossible

Back in Mexico
He walks south along an endless empty beach
It feels like the very furthest reaches of the world
Not a soul in sight as far as he can see
Only the green line of coconut palms lining the shore
The sun sinks lower on the western horizon
leaving a glowing stripe of sparkling silver and gold across the ocean
He sees bees, hundreds of them, on the sand of the beach
They look like they are struggling, trying to find peace
He thinks they come to the shore to die
but there is no way to be sure of this

He rides along the bike path of Santa Monica Bay
It is the 4th of July
He ditched all of his friends today for a solo adventure
He is well known for doing this
It is almost expected
He rides through Hermosa Beach
There are beautiful girls everywhere
There are parties and loud music and beer and bands
He sees it all but he is not a part of any of it
He is just a phantom passing through, unseen
Somehow this feels very liberating

He first meets her at a German bar on Rivington Street on the LES
Mutual friends made the introduction
She is an adorable Japanese girl with sparkling bright eyes full of life
Her English is limited but passable
They are lost in the conversation
Time passes and a deep connection is made
He thinks, perhaps, it was meant to be this way from the beginning
but there is no way to be sure of any of this

The rooftop
Yucca Estates
The hum of the city surrounds him
and the night envelops him in its violet glow
There are no stars over Los Angeles
maybe one or two or five
No matter
The stars are the lights of the city
sparkling in the night all around him
The sirens
the breaking glass
the gunshots
an occasional dog barking or the yowl of mating cats
the hiss of the cars on the 101
It is all glorious
He raises his glass in a toast
and drinks to the majesty of the vast American night

He is in the car with his beautiful Japanese girl
They are married now
She is his wife and he is glad
He never thought he would settle down
but then it finally happened without warning
a happy twist of fate
They are driving across America
somewhere in Louisiana
They move through the swamps in the humid air
windows open to the world
Her little feet are up on the dashboard
Big sunglasses are upon her smooth beautiful face
She is wearing a smile
He looks over at her and she looks back
He smiles too and tells her he loves her
Beethoven`s Archduke Trio is playing on the car speakers
He thinks this may be the most beautiful music he`s ever heard
They move onward into an uncertain future

The young boy walks with his mother
He is maybe 3-years-old
It is a crisp early autumn day
but the leaves are already bursting with color
The clouds move swiftly across the sky
They talk and laugh
The world opens up before them
and they are happy
Life is beautiful

Life is cruel

Life is a mystery

Life is a riddle

A puzzle-box with endless compartments

It is impossible to fathom the complexity of this existence

The man sits alone in a forest grove over the sea
in Enoshima, Japan
The cicadas are buzzing madly
The wind blows through the trees
The birds are singing
The occasional squawk of a raven
He is worried about his girl
She has multiple sclerosis
They have lived with the ugly possibilities of this
for 8 years now, but he never gets used to it
He suspects she feels the same
She is in the hospital now in Nagano Prefecture
Every year it seems she spends a little
more time in the damn hospital
He is trying to enjoy himself but finds it quite impossible
His heart is filled with an immeasurable sorrow
The helplessness
The despair
The fact that he can do nothing about it
It is almost more than he can bear
He thinks of his love for her
He finds that it is stronger than ever before
But this does not solve the problem
Nothing can solve this problem

Cursing the universe does nothing to fix the situation

Accepting it does not make it feel any better

Fighting it is futile

There are no solutions

We continue to exist in this conundrum

The young man skateboards insane distances
He is riding now across Brooklyn, New York
towards Coney Island on his Sector 9 board
Why does he take these long rides?
It is almost as if he is chasing after something
that he can never catch
something that is always just out of reach
Nonetheless, he rides and he rides
out of breath, sweating, stopping now and then
for a beer or a smoke, marveling in the
cruel beauty of it all, everything that surrounds him
Despite the madness of this world
his enthusiasm and fascination
has always been unwavering
He suspects it will always be this way
but there is no way to be sure of this

There are so many more stories

What`s the point?

We could go on like this forever

Nothing would be solved

Nothing would be understood

Seek and seek but the mystery still remains

He sits with his wife on a fish hook peninsula of land
surrounded by towering green mountains and the endless sea
Summertime in Shizuoka Prefecture
The day is alive with color and sound
Her MS is in remission right now
and they make a point of enjoying every minute together
It seems as if they are the only two people on earth
standing at the end of the world together
Nothing but the sea rolling on the desolate shore
and the birds singing and the vast sky above
Speaking in Japanese, she says she wants to be with him forever
It is a difficult language, but at least he understands important things like this
He says it back to her in Japanese too
He wants it to be true so much
Her eyes are filled with love
The hours pass
The sun lowers in the sky
Night falls across the land

Tomorrow is a new day

Tomorrow never comes



There is no way to be sure about any of this…

completed on August 16th, 2015

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life is just so goddamned ridiculous sometimes that it`s not even worth complaining;
just laugh and drink your beers and forget about it…


“so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

William Carlos Williams

“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair.                                                                     Behold! We are not bound forever to the circles of this world, and beyond them is more than memory…”

J.R.R. Tolkien

“To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro’ the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.”

William Blake
Auguries of Innocence

“Only those who attempt the absurd
will achieve the impossible.”

M.C. Escher

“If you haven`t found something strange
during the day,
it hasn`t been much of a day.”

John Wheeler

“It is far from simple to show the truth,
yet the truth is simple.”

“I am the mechanical eye that reveals the
world to you as only I alone am able to see it.”

“Everybody who cares for his art
seeks the essence of his own technique.”

Dziga Vertov
Pioneer experimental filmmaker

His name is translated as Spinning Top

“There was never a genius
without a tincture of madness.”


“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”

William Shakespeare

“that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought or feeling, can pre­serve a life beyond the grave; that all the labors of the ages, all the de­votion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of Man’s achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins …”
Bertrand Russell


“…since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object, whose shadow we are.  I, for my part, am fascinated by the search for a one-dimensional object that casts no shadow at all.”

Marcel Duchamp                                                                                                                                     (Thanks to my friend @democracyofobjects on Instagram for introducing me to this particular quote…)


“Be careful about reading health books.  You may die of a misprint.”

Mark Twain


On writing a personal journal….

“DOUBLETHINK.                                                                                                                                    For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him.  How could you communicate with the future?  It was of its nature impossible.  Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.”

George Orwell



“I don`t listen to what art critics say.  I don`t know anybody who                                                              needs a critic to find out what art is.”

Jean-Michel Basquiat


“What is that you express in your eyes?                                                                                             It seems to me more than all the print                                                                                                        I have read in my life.”

Walt Whitman


“Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.”

Frank Zappa


“Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be                                                                                             The blood of paradise?  And shall the earth                                                                                       Seem all of paradise that we shall know?

Death is the mother of beauty…”

Wallace Stevens                                                                                                                                 Sunday Morning


PAPER LANTERNS                                                                                   HANGING                                                                                                             IN THE BLUE NIGHT,                                                                              SWINGING IN THE WIND,                                                                   MYSTERIOUS SYMBOLS                                                                         CASTING THEIR LIGHT…

THB3                                                                                                         12/28/14

Goes with my photo, Paper Lanterns 2 on Instagram…


“I must create a system, or be enslaved in another man`s.  I will not reason and compare; my business is to create.”

William Blake


“When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.”

Jonathan Swift                                                                                                                                          Thoughts on Various Subjects, Moral and Diverting


“I need to produce great ideas, and I believe that if I were commissioned to design a new universe, I would be mad enough to undertake it.”

Giovanni Battista Piranesi


DIS PLOFESSIONAR ENGRISH SKOOR!                                                                                   YOU FORROW CULLICURUM!!!

Rs and Ls, baby, Rs and Ls…  🙂


The past is a gathering of ghosts in a black and white slideshow flickering on an ancient movie projector inside my skull;                                                                                                               The sound fades slowly away, like a distant antique radio playing an old song…



“The idea is not to live forever,                                                                                                           it is to create something that will.”

Andy Warhol


“I don`t need anger management; I need people to stop pissing me off.”


Past, present and future; things just keep happening…>>>

THB3                                                    (goes with my photo X Continuum 2 on Instagram)


“I have lived 80 years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.”



“And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of The Sea,                                                                 star-infused and churned into milk,                                                                                                     Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,                                                       A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down…”

Arthur Rimbaud


“For any event, there is an infinite number of possible outcomes. Our choices determine which outcomes will follow. There is a theory in quantum physics; that all possibilities that can happen, do happen in alternate quantum realities.”


“Sirius rises late in the dark, liquid sky
On summer nights, star of stars,
Orion’s Dog they call it, brightest
Of all, but an evil portent, bringing heat
And fevers to suffering humanity.”

Homer                                                                                                                                               The Iliad


“No one lives forever. Not even the immortal.”

“You are the creators and the curators of your own lives.  You create your own life and your work.  Give us your best.  Give us the best of your art.  We crave it.  We hunger for it.  Help us to see ourselves, to know ourselves.  Illuminate our lives.”

Leonard Nimoy                                                                                               R.I.P  2/27/15


Let me tell you a parable, I once heard…

One day a scorpion was walking beside a river.  The river had a strong current and he had no way to get across.  He came upon a fox and he asked the fox, “If I climb upon your back, will you swim me across the river?”  The fox thought for a very short moment and answered, “Oh no, then you would sting me and I would drown.”  The scorpion gave a swift answer, “No, I wouldn`t do that.  Then we would both drown.”  The fox considered this and then decided to allow it.  The scorpion climbed on the fox`s back and the fox began to swim across the river.  About halfway across, the fox felt a sharp jab and a pain in his back and he realized that the scorpion had indeed stung him.  As they both began to sink in the rushing waters of the river, the fox looked at the scorpion and gasped, “Why did you do that?!?”  And the scorpion answered, “Because it is my nature.”


“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;                                                                                     And death shall have no dominion.”

Dylan Thomas


“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I`m not sure about the former.”

Albert Einstein


“What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.”

Herman Hesse



S L A M M O ! !




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“People think I’m a miserable sod but it’s only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.”

“If you look around, complacency is the great disease of your autumn years, and I work hard to prevent that.”

Nick Cave

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light…”

Dylan Thomas

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

Leonardo da Vinci

My Short List of Future Business Ideas for Japan:

1. One bite only, hot mini-pizzas (¥600: believe me, they`ll pay it!)

2. Train to Nowhere (One-way only rides to the end of the line somewhere in the mountains.  There would be NOTHING there.  Get out.  Try to find your way home or just stay there and die or get mauled by a bear)

3. Hand-Job Karaoke Bar (This one`s got serious potential)

4. Socks for Cats (NOW we`re getting somewhere!)

5. Suicide Boat Cruises (This one`s a GOLD MINE in Japan!  PAY UP FRONT, IN CASH)


‘Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.’

Mary Oliver


Chiharu and I went on an awesome urban adventure today.  I can say with certainty that Asakusa is most definitely one of the coolest areas of Tokyo.  Shibuya, Shinjuku, and Roppongi are for nighttime madness and partying with the younger kids and the crazy crowd.  Shinagawa and Shinbashi are great for architectural photography and skyscrapers.  Akihabara is the place for electronics and Manga, if you`re into that shit.  BUT…..Asakusa is really a slice of old Tokyo, which is rapidly disappearing in the face of the looming imminence of the 2020 Olympics.  The streets are often what could be called shitamachi , which basically means winding old-school streets.  There are tons of cool little izakaya places (small informal beer, sake and food bars).  Also there is a lot of delicious street food and chairs and tables right out on the street, perfect for people watching, eating, smoking and drinking.  We found a back street in a weekend-only Yakuza horserace betting area and we had some beers and ume-shu (plum wine).  Along with some delicious food, this was a perfect way to while away the hours on a sunny, windy Saturday afternoon.  We ate gyu-suji no niko mi (Japanese beef and tofu stew in an amazing broth).  We also had kakiage (vegetable tempura), yakitori (bbq grilled chicken on a stick), and menchikatsu (deep fried ground beef burger) with karashi (spicy yellow mustard).  There was more, but I can`t remember the names of everything.  It was all just too good.  An awesome day all around….not only was it an adventure in the present sense, but it also seemed like a bit of time travel, a trip into the past….

“Moving without motion,
Screaming without sound
across an open ocean,
Lying there on temporary ground…”

Jack White

I actually once took a photo in Japan of a sign that said “JAPANESE ONLY.”
Now, of course, this is totally ridiculous and xenophobic and racist, but I laughed anyway…
This is an example of my angry monologue rant to ANYONE who treats me with even a hint of foreigner dislike or disrespect….(TOTAL sarcasm, ALL of it…exaggerated voice and a lot of extreme hand gestures and waving around of the arms; this type of behavior alarms the Japanese)
“Awwwwww, sumimasen…
Watashi wa gaijin desu yo!  Gomenne, sumimasen!”


May 2nd to May 6th, 2015
Chiharu and I had an EPIC road trip to Shizuoka Prefecture to the magical forgotten town of Heda, nestled there between the mountains and the sea.  Also we visited the unbelievable place called Dogashima, with the green floating islands. Oh, and let`s not forget the OLD town of Shuzenji (807 A.D.) up in the mountains.  It was all just too much to describe here, so I will let my photos on Flickr and Instagram do the talking and storytelling for me on this one….

Nightrider in the Nissan HIGHWAY STAR…..I`m a BEAST….I fucking LOVE traveling at night….
empty roads, high mountain plains, haunted ghost towns, mysterious scenery, convenience store coffee/smoke stops, full moon on the road to the sea…`s magic, I tell ya!!

Continue and see my story without words on Instagram @tomhbrooks3   …

“I turned silences and nights into words.
What was unutterable, I wrote down.
I made the whirling world stand still.”

“A thousand dreams within me softly burn.”

“True alchemy lies in this formula: `Your memory and
your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse`.”

“I is another.”

“Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.”

“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.
He is responsible for humanity, for animals even;
he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled,
fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond
has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none.
A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul will
include everything: perfumes, sounds, colors,
thought grappling with thought.”



“As for me, my arms are broken for having embraced the clouds…”

Charles Baudelaire
Lament of an Icarus

(goes with my photo, Les Fleurs du Mal (3) on Instagram…)

Let me just say this…
WHY does #EVERYTHING nowadays have a goddamned #HASHTAG ?!?  I mean, seriously, is this what it`s come to?! In order to get attention, you have to say #LOOKATME , I`m on
#SOCIALMEDIA !!!  It`s just so #FUCKINGPATHETIC !!  And yet, AND YET…I`m guilty of it too, as is everyone who uses a computer in these #STRANGEDAYS.  My #INSTAGRAM page is full of `em. Thanks so much #TWITTER !!  I really #WEEPFORTHEFUTURE .  And one more thing… #FUCKTHISSHIT !!!!!


“Hey Tom, what did you do last weekend?”

Tom “Oh you know, like all old men, just sat around the house drinking scotch and yelling at the TV…”

“Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around…”

Cameron Crowe
Vanilla Sky



“My sickness courted
bad habits borne from
a snake’s promise of
the absence of pain.

But then
there’s always been pain
to deal with. I
saw two options:
Coca and Poppy vs. Herb and Grain
Sounds like a tag-team match
of rejected Care Bears.

Never chased dragons,
snorting and cooking
seemed as unnatural as their
alchemized mythos.

And not to the purity
such as it was
of the tiny evils done
to me by me, from the herb
or the grain.
Natural is still nature,
and nothing else kills
surer than that.

The latter appeared
a mindless time-fuck,
the former scared me into
suburban inoculation,
vaccinating me
from the methods of my heroes.

After all I had my opiate,
not the usual God or God’s
chief rep money,
they were abandoned
before they could disappoint
at the end –

It was –

Apathy, that which allows
you to put on that face and meet the
terribly loud incongruous faces of
these meat snowflakes,
angels fall,
but so do lemmings,
and for far less than
the kingdom of heaven,
so my opiate was a moat to this miasma
that came organically
for a time.

Then a break,
no, not a break, a
veritable sabotage
to my system, my stupid
thankless entitled vile carbonated
climate-controlled system.

Overfed to oblivion
as to what is wanting
until a greater power changes
the conditions of existence.


not from bad habits
or a dirty world.
An attack from within,
my immunity’s thirty pieces of silver
worth of betrayal.

The betrayal forced
a break-up with herb and grain,
feeling cheated,
they rejected my advances.

With standards quelled
like a bloodless coup
and my immunity’s betrayal,
I regress to a sailor on leave,
where pain and want
surpass sense and dignity.

So out of desperation
I hooked up with Opiate.
Casually at first,
no overnighters and nothing
kept in drawers or bathrooms.
It was refreshing,

Opiate started to take
this suburbanite
for longer trips – overnighters, even
weekends with the family,
soon I could not sleep
without Opiate
with me.

It was bliss – painless –
the catatonia inn’s
dilated grin
is always alight
and vacant.

But without
any feeling
the healing
is not scratched.


The sickness
that stole
my immunity
was gone.

But still
that hole
was filled
a vacuous hibernal
whose solstice
had its eye
on keeping me in its
shadow indefinitely.

It wasn’t Euphoria,
or Inspiration,
or Providence,
that broke me from
Opiate’s swaddle.

I could no more feel
these things than
a hurricane could feel
the frantic beating
of a bird’s’ wings.

The Why of
my sudden break-up
with Opiate
is unimportant
and honestly
I searched
for an answer I
never actually wanted.

Suddenly that
energy with so much
potential suppressed
by the receptive Opiate
became kinetic.

Then I felt everything.


one cycle of the Moon
the low tides that I swam in
ebbed and I was crushed
against the rocks by a
set of spirit breakers

There I lay.
The beach?
I am not moving
but yet the sea is still drowning me, pulling me under
Where have I landed?
A Beach?
Refer to the checklist below:

Crippling Anxiety,
Square-knot stomach,,
White knuckles in a lightless void,
heat from a scream-filled pillow,
crippling anxiety,
pennies and seashells wafting from a bedside bucket,
colon tighter than a snare drum,
reality’s physical manifestations stacked like tinder and set aside are now set alight,
also crippling anxiety.
No, not a beach,
this is the place one comes back to
since breaching the chrysalis,
where life is re-met.

While my mind chanted for its sanity,
My body screamed
in this quarrelsome age
in an unfamiliar tongue,
aching, longing, for Opiate.

Unchristlike in all but this,
in three days I emerged reborn from under
the rock that I built from ashes
of churches with prescription pads
for hymnals and
Opiates for sacraments. ”

poem by Todd Schultz
Los Angeles, California

“They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.”


circa 50 B.C.E


“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”

Jim Jarmusch

And so, we come to the end of another volume, once again…..
fade…..into silence…..

Tom Henry Brooks 3
June 1st, 2015


F U T I L I T Y by Tom H. Brooks 3



By Tom H. Brooks 3

This is Street Journal 83…

When you wish upon a star, most likely you will just get more of the same old shit…





“You go from dream to dream inside me.  You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there among the debris, you`ve found life.  I`m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams, or ghosts are yours and which are mine.  It`s past sorting out…”

Thomas Pynchon

Gravity`s Rainbow


“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”

Franz Kafka

“…and in the blood-lit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled of random frames, symbols, figures, faces…

a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information.”

William Gibson



“Seek not my heart; the beasts have eaten it.”

Charles Baudelaire

“…to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of selfhood, as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell, anything….rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated reality.”

Aldous Huxley

Thank you AGAIN @democracyofobjects on Instagram for your amazing images and the quotes you so aptly pair with them.  It enlightens us all in subtle, yet recognizable ways…





“I believe in the future resolution of these two states, dream and reality, which are seemingly so contradictory, into a kind of absolute reality, a surreality, if one may so speak…”

Andre Breton



Andre Breton

Manifeste du Surrealisme

(Surrealist Manifesto)



“Christianity is a metaphysics of the hangman.”

“We have already gone beyond whatever we have words for.  In all talk there is a grain of contempt.”

“It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a whole book – what everyone else does not say in a whole book.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Twilight of the Idols

(Or, How to Philosophize With a Hammer)




Weep for the future

because the world is mired

deep in war and hatred.

It always has been,

but it isn`t getting any better.

Shed a tear

for the earth itself

as we chip away


at her beautiful landscapes

and oceans and rivers;

as we continue to destroy

her fragile ecosystems

with our carelessness and apathy

and the poisoned juggernaut of industry.

How long can she hold up

under the onslaught?

Weep for the racism,

the violent religious disputes,

and the insane tribal separatism.

Lament the general chaos

and the lack of understanding

and/or acceptance of

our myriad differences.

Weep for the children,

our future, so to speak,

who are barely even given

a fighting chance;

the children who will inherit

the shambles of the world

we leave behind for them.

Weep for the kids

who grow up alone

on the TV and internet

and violent video games,

who learn everything they

know from Twitter,

the ones who barely know

or care to understand

the future dilemmas

that they will one day face.

Weep for all of us

on this hideously overpopulated

blue-green sphere as we spin

helplessly through the cosmos

exponentially propagating

our own self-destruction.

Weep for the lost,

the desensitized,

the numbed and

the despairing masses

who struggle without hope

towards an uncertain future;

the people who move through

this mad world existing

by burying their heads in the sand

and living in absolute denial

of our impending doom

and our own ridiculous stupidity.

The doomsday clock has been ticking

for a long, long time now.

It`s five to midnight.

Can love save us now?

No one knows.

I hate you.

I love you.

I don`t know anymore.

I think I`ll just go watch TV.

Don`t pretend to understand…

Tom Henry Brooks 3


Tokyo, Japan


(This one goes with my photo of the same name on Instagram…)






“but fate is not entirely

to blame.

we have wasted

our chances,

we have strangled

our own hearts.”

Charles Bukowski


“So in the end, was it worth it?  Jesus Christ…

How irreparably changed my life has become.  It`s always the last day of summer and I`ve been left out in the cold with no door to get back in.  I`ll grant you I`ve had more than my share of poignant moments.  Life passes most people by while they`re making grand plans for it.  Throughout my lifetime, I`ve left pieces of my heart here and there.  And now, there`s almost not enough left to stay alive.  But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.  There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.”

George Jung

“Boston George”

Drug Lord


October 1st, 2014

My lovely wife took off for the mountains today to see her family.  I always offer to send her off on the bullet train, but she prefers the bus because the train makes her a little motion sick.  So, I walked her to the station at 5am through the dark morning streets.  I said it smelled like rain, even though the forecast said nothing about it.  Well, it turned out I was right because I`m a fucking animal like that.  She sent me a text from Ikebukuro that it was pouring.  Anyway, I went back to sleep for a snooze for a little while because it was so damn early.  Just before I woke up, I had a super-vivid dream that I woke up and she was already home again.  She was standing before me, looking beautiful as always and unpacking her bag.  I told her what a nice surprise and asked why she was home and she told me it was because of the torrential downpour and she thought it would be dangerous to ride the bus.  I drifted off again feeling relieved and happy that she had made this decision.  So THEN I REALLY WOKE UP, and she WASN`T home and it was dumping rain outside.  I had a bit of a panic attack when I came to my senses because I realized I`d been dreaming and it was really coming down out there.  I didn`t want to think about her out on some highway with a half-blind Japanese driver speeding through the storm in order to keep to the goddamned schedule.  I sent her a text and continued to call her throughout the day.  To cut the story short, she was out getting a new Japanese passport at a government office and busy filling out papers and all that kind of bureaucratic bullshit and then she was busy running around with her dad and her phone was on silent from the bus.  So I had to fucking worry about her all day.  And believe me, I did.  I just had a bad, bad feeling, as if that dream had been an omen, or God forbid, even a ghost or shade!  Call me superstitious, laugh….whatever.  I just had a dark psychic feeling inside that wouldn`t go away, no matter how I tried to ignore it.  It was the dream that did it.

Well, in the end when we finally got to talk that night, she told me that indeed, while she was sleeping on the bus, she woke up to everyone else on the bus giving startled screams and yells as the bus jerked violently to one side.  She then realized that the driver had been driving way too recklessly fast and had narrowly escaped a freeway accident.  Ohhhhhhhh SHIT!  I fucking HATE IT when my latent psychic subconscious comes so close to the surface like that.  Basically, I hate it when I`M almost right.  I`m so fucking glad she`s okay!!  I just love that sweet wife of mine so much, and anybody who knows me is well aware of this.  Chiharu is the best and I really wish I could get her to start taking the train.  Life is just full of close calls, omens and unknown mysteries…….


“He said you give up your dreams the longer you live until you`ve got nothing.”

Anne Rice


I just went to a burger place in Funabashi called ALOHA DINER DUKE`S and it was fucking AWESOME!  It was definitely the best burger I`ve yet had in Japan and perhaps even rivals

some American favorites of mine.  And that`s a TALL order….!!



“I was a pile of human rubble sitting among the beer cans and Scotch bottles in this bombed-out court in east Hollywood.”

Charles Bukowski


“The two most important days in your life are the day you were born

and the day you find out why.”

Mark Twain



the lifestyle 

you ordered

is currently 

out of stock.”



“The human heart is like a night bird.  

Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes,

it flies straight toward it.”

Haruki Murakami

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years Of Pilgrimage





In Japanese, I believe it is called kaiki geshoku…..I won’t bother with the kanji…..!



Typhoon VONGFONG…….

It`s on the way, and frankly, it just SOUNDS bad….


Well, it turns out we were all wrong about this one.  Sure, it WAS bad in southern Japan, but by the time it reached here, it was only a tropical storm; just some strong winds gusts and above average rain.  It was nothing to write home about, and since it passed over in the middle of the night, I slept through 90% of the whole thing.  The funniest moment of the night was when I was just about to go to sleep.  The wind was howling outside and the rain was rattling on the windows and splattering the shutters.  Everything was darkness and violent movement.  That`s when the earthquake struck.  So it all happens at once.  A goddamned typhoon is hitting us outside and then, OF COURSE, an earthquake rumbler has to strike as well.  I actually started laughing – cracking up, really.  This is such a DISASTER COUNTRY…`s SO bad, you just have to see the humor in it….


“Don`t make a religion of reason and logic.  Because in the passage of time reason may fail you and when it does, you may find yourself taking refuge in madness.”

Anne Rice






“Lost in the solitude of his immense power,

he began to lose direction.”

100 Years of Solitude

Gabriel Garcia Marquez


“I do not fear death.  I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born,

and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”

Mark Twain


“And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls…”

Paul Simon

The Sound of Silence


“The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.”

Charles Bukowski


Regarding U.S. Government and Military Policy in the Middle East…

“Actually, I have another thing I was gonna mention, just a thought I wanna throw out there.  If we`d known in 2001 we were staying in Afghanistan this long, we`d have made some very different choices, right?  Instead, our planning cycles rarely looked more than 12 months ahead.  So, it hasn`t been a 14-year war we`ve been waging; it`s been a 1-year war, waged 14 times.  I think we`re walking away with the job half done.”

“Saul Berenson”


This has been another one of those genius quotes slipped to you through the mainstream media under the guise of “fiction” or “drama”, when really, it is just ON POINT.  It reflects our deepest subconscious, the things we know but do not always acknowledge or put into the proper words.  You see, we arepaying attention, some of us, anyway; the problem is we just shove all our problems and complaints under the rug until it is possibly too late….






“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

Albert Camus


“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry,

and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

Vincent van Gogh


“We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a

seamless universe of self.”

“Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts… A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding…”

― William GibsonNeuromancer



“In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.”

“An artist is somebody who produces things that people don`t need to have.”

“I`m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”

“They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”

“Art is what you can get away with.”

Andy Warhol


“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness

because it shows me the stars.”

Og Mandino


“I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.”

Pablo Picasso


“Forget safety.

Live where you fear to live.

Destroy your reputation.




everything irritates me

for some reason……..


“The creation of something new is not accomplished

by intellect but by the play of instinct…”

Carl Jung











“Adventure travel seems to imply a far-off destination, but a nearby destination can be scarier, for no place is more frightening than one near home that people you trust have warned you against.”

“For me the best sort of travel always involves a degree of trespass.  The risk is both a challenge and an invitation.”

Paul Theroux



Remember the weirdest medical check EVER; a portable truck and roving medical clinic at a dirty fish market (it was mandatory for my company insurance purposes, or I NEVER would have gone, BELIEVE IT!)  We were ushered into a filthy office with peeling paint on the walls and the whole place stunk of dead fish.  Old men were standing in front smoking cigarettes.  I was irritated; “Is this place safe?  Are the needles gonna be clean?  Are they gonna steal our fucking kidneys?!?”

It was pure comedy, but really impossible to describe the absurdity of it.  My memory will have to suffice, and if, one night in the future, you and I are talking over cocktails or some such situation, I will relate this hysterically funny story to you live.  Until then, cheers my friend….


11/15/14, Saturday night…..

Always remember the night Brian and I stormed around the Chiba city of Funabashi after a brutally long work week, drinking all we could get our hands on and talking to every single person that looked even remotely interesting.  His Japanese is excellent, WAY better than mine, so this kind of communication was made more possible.  I speak just enough to get by in a minimal way, but together, we tore it up.  He then proceeded to take over the microphone of a band of musical street performers by the train station.  For at least an hour, we stood there, yelling at people and laughing our asses off.  The Japanese were also laughing and it WASN`T nervous laughter.  It was humorous and confused shock at our ridiculous audacity.  The drummer got a beat going and Brian was rapping and speaking profane gibberish to all the passersby, in Japanese AND English.

Funny shit, I tell ya, another thing that is just about impossible to really convey to you here.  You just had to be there…… was fucking spectacular…..


For those of you that don`t know, I teach the English language to elementary school kids aged 6 to 12 here in Tokyo, Japan.  Sometimes, my job feels really thankless.  Nobody knows what the fuck I`m talking about.  I think a lot of kids don`t even want to learn English.  Their parents are just dumping them off to get rid of them for a few hours and their interest in the language is absolute zero.  However, a couple things happened this week that may have validated the job that I`ve fallen into and perhaps even reinvigorated my enthusiasm, to some degree, anyway.

I am a fucking character as far as teachers go.  Some of them are such a goddamned bore, as I`m sure many of you already know from personal experience.  Well, not me!  I come up with the damnedest things!  I`ve been teaching these kids American movie lines.  There is NOTHING more CLASSIC than a room full of little Japanese kids saying, “I live my life a quarter mile at a time.” (Fast and Furious)  Or maybe, “Show me the money!!” (Jerry Maguire)  It is fucking hysterical and their parents even get a kick out of it.  This last weekend, this one little girl, who shall remain nameless, was downstairs (we`re on the second floor of a 10-story building), and at the end of the day, after class and all the moms were milling around, she turned around and waved to me and yelled, “Bye, Tom-teacher…..SHOW ME THE MONEY!!”  It was absolutely awesome!  You really have no idea, you had to be there.  Priceless, people.  On the same day, the daughter of one of my coworkers, (the girl speaks passable English), asked me why, despite the fact that I`m 45 years old, I look so young.  (She actually thought I was 28! Totally flattering, but anyone who knows me, would say, “HA!”)  In any case, her mom told her my real age and she was shocked.  After she asked me about my youthful appearance, of course I thanked her and told her that the key is to try to enjoy life the best that you can despite all the obstacles and never to stop being yourself.  I told her that I was always (90%) having a good time, and that was the reason.  Well, it turned out that she TOTALLY remembered what I said and told her mom about it and asked if it was true.  Mom told her that it seemed to work for me so she thought it was.  I was totally touched when her mom revealed this to me.  It made me feel like I actually COULD make an impression on these kids and give some small amount of hope to the seemingly hopeless future of this ridiculous world.  It pretty much made my day.  I think I may even start taking my teaching just a little bit more seriously, but I`ll never stop being my crazy self, because in my opinion, THAT is what captures the attention of those little people.  SHOW ME THE MONEY!!




My heart aches , and

a drowsy numbness pains-

`Tis not through envy

of thy happy lot,

But being too happy

in thine happiness,-

That thou, light-winged

Dryad of the trees,

In some melodious plot

of beechen green,

and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer

in full-throated ease…”

John Keats

Ode To A Nightingale

Goes with my photo, D R Y A D, on Instagram…


Like the man said,

“Eat dessert first,

life is uncertain.”

Anthony Bourdain

Parts Unknown


“I cannot teach anybody anything.

I can only make them think.”





“The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.”

“Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.”

“There’s no tyrant like a brain. ”

“The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I’ve never been really right in the head.”

“You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It’s frightening how many people and things there are in a man’s past that have stopped moving. The living people we’ve lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all.
As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.”

“A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn’t got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.”

“In the whole of your absurd past you discover so much that’s absurd, so much deceit and credulity, that it might be a good idea to stop being young this minute, to wait for youth to break away from you and pass you by, to watch it going away, receding in the distance, to see all its vanity, run your hand through the empty space it has left behind, take a last look at it, and then start moving, make sure your youth has really gone, and then calmly, all by yourself, cross to the other side of Time to see what people and things really look like.”

All of the above beautiful words brought to you by –

― Louis-Ferdinand CélineJourney to the End of the Night




N E X T ! ! !




“Some people never go crazy.

What truly horrible lives

they must lead.”

Charles Bukowski


“I try to live in an ivory tower,

but a tide of shit is constantly

beating on the walls.”

Gustave Flaubert





“Dark of the invisible moon.

The nights now

only slightly less black.

By day, the banished sun

circles the earth like a

grieving mother with a lamp.”

Cormac McCarthy

The Road


“…we are ready to enter

The Third Testament.

Our time has come.

Now we move onward.

Fiction & reality have married.

What we have MADE

now exceeds what we ARE.

Now is the time to erase

the souls we damaged

as we crawled down

the twentieth century`s

plastic radiant way.”

Douglas Coupland

Player One


“If you can`t get rid of the skeleton in your closet,

you`d best teach it to dance.”

George Bernard Shaw


“Exude the moment.

You are a

transformative fulcrum.

The dream cascades

into words.

Birds fly

little crisps of meaning.

The colors whirl

into mindflow…”

Vircapio Gale

Goes with my photo  D R Y A D  2  (Ascension)  on Instagram


“The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.”

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

Arthur C. Clarke


“Do you know what an `artist` is nowadays?

An artist is a conversation piece, nothing more.

Like a vase or a kitschy side table…

just something for people to commenton.

The old ways are dying.  We`re not making

money off records, we`re making money

off Tweets.”

South Park

(The most accurate statement in the

entire history of animation…)






My Japanese Epitaph



Finished this Street Journal on

December 6th, 2014




By Tom Henry Brooks 3

“When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”
“It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera…they are made with the eye, heart and head.”
“A photograph is neither taken nor seized by force. It offers itself up. It is the photo that takes you. One must not take photos.”
“The picture is good or not from the moment it was caught in the camera.”
“The creative act last but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.”
“Photography is, for me, a spontaneous impulse coming from an ever-attentive eye which captures the moment and its eternity.”
“Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished, there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.”
“This recognition, in real life, of a rhythm of surfaces, lines and values is, for me, the essence of photography; composition should be a constant of preoccupation, being a simultaneous coalition – an organic coordination of visual elements.”
“In photography, the smallest thing can be a great subject.”
“Thinking should be done before and after, not during photographing.”
“You have to live and life will give you pictures.”
“Of course, it`s all luck…”
Henri Cartier-Bresson
My latest gravestone epitaph idea:
death, death, death……always death…..
hanging over us all like a black cloud or a bright flash of lightning….
After a lifetime of doing STUFF, I`m just gonna keep on doing STUFF…
“When men speak of the future,
the gods laugh…”
Chinese Proverb
The birthday of the great Charles Bukowski…
I had a distinctly UN-Japanese experience today right here in Tokyo. I went to Maruzen Bookstore, hands down, the greatest selection of English literature in Tokyo. It is right by the central Tokyo station. I took some great photos and then I got the latest Haruki Murakami book and a couple of others. Then I went out into the ultra-modern central atrium of this spectacular building and decided to have lunch at a place I had seen before and wanted to try. It is called Panino Giusto and it is obviously Italian food. I had a delicious panini with prosciutto, mozzarella, tomatoes,basil, olive oil and dijon mustard. The bread was crisp and toasted and it was served with roasted potatoes and it was delicious. The ambiance of the place was very nice and I ate to the accompaniment of a very talented violinist playing a lunchtime concert just across the patio. I drank my Pellegrino and soaked up the nice atmosphere of the restaurant and the beautiful classical music and for a moment, just for a few short minutes, I could pretend I was somewhere in Europe. There was even a vast reproduction of Pablo Picasso`s Guernica on the far wall. It was all just spectacular and somehow the best day I`ve had on this all-too-brief vacation of mine. I think again of Charles Bukowski. He walked through the fire and came out a wiser man. Life is full of surprises…
Tonight, I raise my glass to you, Hank, in celebration of your immortality…and mine. Someday, I`ll see you at some seedy bar on the other side…
“His vision crawled with ghost hieroglyphs, translucent lines of symbols arranging themselves against the neutral backdrop of the bunker wall…”
William Gibson
“I think of my pictures as dramas; the shapes in the pictures are the performers.”
Mark Rothko
Japanese style business dinner….NOMMUNICATION…..
(I was told this is actually in some Japanese business manuals, as a way to help the reserved Japanese personality to come out of its shell and bond with coworkers. FASCINATING. I`ve been doing that for years and I never read it in any business manuals!)
Japanese cicadas in Tokyo are a strange anomaly that I am still not used to. The SOUND, I AM used to. I`m talking about when the end of the summer draws near and night falls. They start to die off and when they are in their death throes, they fly erratically around in chaotic circles, buzzing and clicking and slamming into walls and night lights and street signs and such. There is nothing like peacefully walking down a night street and having a GIANT 5.5cm BEAST of a bug slam into the side of your face making an ungodly buzzy racket. I do not fear bugs, but when this happens, it can really scare the shit out of just about anyone who is in a dreamy and contemplative mood because it is so sudden and random….
“8 years on the same job and I was just as broke as if I hadn`t been working at all.”
Charles Bukowski
That`s how they steal from you; they take your money AND they try to steal your soul as well…
… they may take my money, but they`ll NEVER get my soul…
“I would like to write a book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go; in short, a door that opens onto reality.”
Antonin Artaud
“Start by doing what is necessary, then do what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible…”
St. Francis of Assisi
“These days, even reality has to look artificial…”
J.G. Ballard
“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose, but maybe you won`t know for 20 years, and you may never, ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try to figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there IS – it`s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born, but while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right, and it never comes, or it seems to, but it doesn`t really. So you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. The truth is, I feel so angry. The truth is, I feel so fucking sad. The truth is, I`ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long, and, for just as long, I`ve been pretending I`m okay, just to get along, just for….I don`t know why. Maybe just because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own………..
fuck everybody……AMEN……”
“You were supposed to be something else. You were supposed to have something. Love, children, meaning… something…
Everything is everything.
Everyone is disappointing…when you know someone.
Stare out the window…
Think how you`ll miss her…
Stand up.
Nobody`s waiting and nobody cares.
And when your wait is over, this room will still exist and it will continue to hold shoes and dresses and boxes, and maybe someday, another waiting person, or maybe not. The room doesn`t care either.
Go outside.
What was once before you, an exciting and mysterious future, is now behind you. Lived, understood, disappointing…
You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone`s experience; every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone is everyone.
It is time for you to understand this.
As the people who adore you stop adoring you….as they die, as they move on, as you shed them, as you shed your beauty, your youth, as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience. As you begin to lose your characteristics one by one. As you learn there is no one watching and there never was, you think only about driving, not coming from anyplace, not arriving anyplace, just driving, counting off time.
Now you are here. It`s 7:43.
Now you are here. It`s 7:44.
Now you are…gone.
Everyone`s dreams in all those apartments…
All those thoughts…and we`ll never know what`s the truth of it…
I feel like I`ve disappointed you terribly…
I love you…
I love you too…
I know how to do this play now…
I have an idea…I think…
D I E….”
Charlie Kaufman
Synedoche, New York

(The end of this movie is sheer GENIUS…)
“The map is not the territory.”
Alfred Korzybski
“Perception always intercedes between reality and ourselves.”
Rene Magritte
“I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but still follow the wrong…”
(The last three quotes are inspired by the amazing photographer/artist @democracyofobjects on Instagram).
I have always been a huge and avid reader (as you likely already know), but no one has read EVERYTHING, and only the first of these quotes was familiar to me. I am constantly surprised by the work of this artist and the quotes that go with it, and I just couldn`t resist putting a few of them in this book…..
His art is stunning and his quotes always fit perfectly. A lot of the quotes I am familiar with. Sometimes he reminds me of ones I`d forgotten and other times he introduces me to something I have not read such as the above words from Ovid and Rene Magritte….
Check out his IG gallery if you do not know of him already.
Another dreary, gray day in Tokyo…
I stand outside with a coffee and a smoke
and the sky is covered in dark clouds.
A soft rain falls down and covers the land
in dirty puddles and sad reflections of colorless facades.

Life is so beautiful and at the same time,
so very depressing in its futility.
I suppose, as I always have, we must give it
our own meaning to make it feel worthwhile,
which I do to the very best of my ability.

But sometimes, every once in a while,
going to the effort of pretending to care
just seems like way too much trouble.
The fact that it truly is such a ridiculous life
comes to me some days with the force of thunder.

I stand here a while
listening to the rain,
thinking about life and death,
and wondering why we exist
and what is the purpose of all this madness.

Life washes over us in a flood of imagery.
It is truly a sensory overload in every way.
The days fly by and others drag by,
but they all happen with horrifying regularity
and then one day they just stop.

I am still here in this foreign land,
an outsider in every conceivable way.
I really don`t KNOW anyone here
nor do I care to at this point.
I am as alone as I have ever been.

I have never really felt totally content here.
The question is, have I ever felt that anywhere?
I think the answer is no. I have always been a wandering soul
searching for new frontiers and new sensations.
I don`t believe there is really a home for me anywhere.

My heart, my mind, my soul;
they span countries, continents, worlds,
interior and exterior…
They know no boundaries and cannot be contained
by mere location or placement.

I will continue to take this ride,
to blunder through this world and this life
with absolutely no plan…
Experience, pain, joy, wonder….
they are all mine to do with as I please…

I step out from under the balcony now
into the rain and walk out into the flow.
The rain envelops me in a soft music
and a cloud of misty haze in a gray world.
I walk out further and further until I disappear from view…


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New Horizons: Street Journal 81


By Tom H. Brooks 3



Here we go again…




FINALLY met a real and interesting Tokyo character named Aki. He was on the beach in Odaiba playing his guitar and singing. He was playing things like Bobby McFerrin`s Don`t Worry, Be Happy

and Bob Dylan`s All I Really Want To Do, Is Maybe Be Friends With You. He spoke really good English and he told us a little about his life and his adventures in Brighton, Great Britain where he learned English. He was a little goofy, but in a good way, like a Japanese beach bum. I had to appreciate that. He was a real true classic, this one….


Any jabroni with some fancy equipment and a couple college classes under his/her belt can take an acceptable photograph. With a little technical knowhow about F-stops and apertures and a nice tripod, any photo-monkey can pump out masses of typical pictures. It takes a real artist to SEE the shots and to get them by any means possible, even with a shitty T-mobile flip cellphone. Believe it, baby…




“At no time in the history of man has the world been so full of pain and anguish. Here and there, however, we meet with individuals who are untouched, unsullied, by the common grief. We say of them that they have died to the world. They live in the moment, fully, and the radiance which emanates from them is a perpetual song of joy […] like the clown, we go through the motions, forever simulating, forever postponing the grand event- we die struggling to get born. We never were, never are. We are always in the process of becoming. Forever outside”
― Henry Miller, The Smile at the Foot of the Ladder


“And we rise up and up into the stars with it. We go past the angels and the saints, past illumination itself and into the divine darkness, into the void, as we pass out of existence. In oblivion we are forgiven all things.”

Anne Rice


Out of all the great things about Japan, the worst thing is their INSANELY STUPID prejudice against tattoos. I have only one small tattoo I got 25 years ago in San Diego and I was denied entry into a BEAUTIFUL spa and pools over the ocean in Enoshima. It`s like this EVERYWHERE. The Japanese powers that be seem to think that ALL tattoos are associated with the Yakuza or the Triads or some other form of organized crime. BULLSHIT. Do I really look like fucking Yakuza to you little assholes?!? Seriously, open your minds a little. It`s not the kids, it`s the old people.

Fuck it. I`m going back to Tokyo to swim in the waterfall pool in the gardens of Nishikasai where nobody gives a shit about my Keep On Truckin` tattoo….


“This knowledge may change you somewhat. That`s all knowledge ever really does, I suppose…

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds – justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can`t go on. To REALLY ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.”

Anne Rice


I think it may be possible that I am the hardest working man on Instagram….672 photos in a little over 2 weeks…..TOTALLY INSANE….!!!!!


Up to 844 photos now, only 4 days later…..gotta stop….delirious….ADDICTION….»»


6/7/14, Saturday

Awwww, shaving my bushy scumbag beard is a true sign that my spectacularly glorious 16-day vacation has finally come to an end… just breaks my heart, the vacation ending, I mean…


“Whoever does not carry beauty within the soul will not find it anywhere.”

Noel Claraso


“The task is…not so much to see what no one has yet seen, but rather to think what nobody has yet thought about that which everybody sees.”

Erwin Schrodinger

Nobel Prize-winning physicist

I think of it here along with photography…


To me, a photograph is much more than just that. It is more than the sum of its parts. It is about light, shadow, composition, and above all….VISION. There are purists who do not believe in filters and photoshop and such things and that is fine with me. But I, on the other hand, often have a tendency to fool with the original composition and make it fall into the realm of something between a photograph and a painting, that which falls into the category of PURE ART…an entirely new creation that is singular and unique and something else altogether…



“What if the CURE for CANCER was TRAPPED INSIDE the brain of someone who couldn`t afford a good EDUCATION?!?”



ME on fucking Instagram is like giving China White heroin and free needles to a goddamned junkie…


“No one is listening…

Now you may sing the selfsong,

as the bird does,

not for territory or dominance,

but for self-enlargement.

Let something come from nothing…”

Stan Rice

From Texas Suite

Body of Work



One of the WORST jobs in the world….? Imagine…working in a clock store. ALL DAY, tick-tock watch the CLOCKS….HA! What a goddamned nightmare! I`d go totally mental…..

Time would literally be your hated ENEMY and a brutal killer…


“Nothing will come of nothing; we must dare mighty things…”

William Shakespeare


Okay, so in Tokyo, there is a direct ripoff of the Mexican restaurant, Chipotle. It is called Frijoles, and there is almost no difference at all (except there`s NO MEXICANS!).

Now, I can tell you, I REALLY miss IN-N-OUT BURGER. I love that place! I was thinking to myself today that if these Frijoles people can get away with it, so can I. Why not open a direct ripoff and call it HERE-N-THERE BURGER?!? Instead of the angled arrow logo, it could be a lightning bolt with a burger at the bottom. EXACTLY the same simple menu and recipes. HA! Instant success! Now if only I can find some investors… who’s in?!?


“I feel sorry for people who don`t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that`s as good as they`re going to feel all day…”

Dean Martin


“Be on the watch.

The gods will offer you chances.

Know them.

Take them.”

Charles Bukowski


“There is a language that extends beyond words…”

Paulo Coelho


“Nothing that surrounds us is object, ALL is subject…”

Andre Breton


“A word of advice….if you`re picking the wrong fight, at least pick the right weapon…”

Jason Statham



“Blessed is he who talks in circles, for he shall become a big wheel…”

Frank Dane






“Everything is true. Everything anybody has ever thought.”

Philip K. Dick


Quotes from Frank Dane (This guy was fucking CLASSIC….)

“Life is strange. Every so often, a good man wins…”

“Get all the fools on your side and you can be elected to anything.”

“The way to a woman`s heart is through your wallet.”

“A liberal is a man who will give away everything he doesn`t own.

A conservative is a fellow who thinks a rich man should have a square deal.”

“Some have greatness thrust upon them, but not lately…”





As the world spirals deeper and deeper into war and self-destruction; as religious differences cause irreparable rifts between tribes and cultures; as we destroy our earth ruthlessly and without remorse; as world weather patterns become more erratic and unpredictable and what would have been called a storm in yesteryear is now named “superstorm”; the story of Noah and The Great Deluge does, indeed, come to mind…..

“The time for mercy is past. Now…the punishment begins…”



The crystal clarity

of freedom

is infinitely better

than the torturous horror

of grim working imprisonment

To fly with the wind

through azure skies

and towering white clouds

or to swim in a muddy

trash-filled lake

The despair of the darkness

The long hours sliding by

like razor blades of time

cutting your flesh

as your soul bleeds out

To flounder there

in the shadowy depths

ever-reaching for the light

Seeking an exit

Waiting for a savior…

And the bell tolls

The day has ended

You are released again

into the bright world outside

Everything looks better now

You will make full use of your time

You will dream and live fully

The world is yours again,

for the night, at least,

for tomorrow, you die all over again…


Tokyo, Japan

Written AT WORK

July 9, 2014


Yes, to answer your question, I am a gravedigger…


“Keep a green tree in your heart,

and perhaps a singing bird will come…”

Chinese Proverb


“Kyle! This is the way the world works! If you want to find some quality friends,

you gotta wade through all the dicks first!”

Eric Cartman


Stan Marsh

South Park

You Have 0 Facebook Friends


D E P R O F U N D I S (latin: “from the depths”)


“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

“…all the speed he took, all the turns he`d taken and the corners he`d cut in the night city,

and still he`d see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void…”

William Gibson







“Youth is wasted on the young…”

George Bernard Shaw


Your whole life in the city, you hear the sirens passing by on the dark night streets, taking someone somewhere; alive or already dead, they are being carted away to somewhere they did not expect to be at a particular juncture in time. Accidents, random violence, peaceful death, choking, sickness, the black hand of fate. The sirens drone across the night city, coming and going constantly with horrifying regularity and you become numb to it. You ignore it. But some nights, after midnight, you notice them again. All is quiet, but suddenly, you hear it, that familiar drone… it`s calling out to you once again, echoing through the canyons of stone. As the years pass, it almost seems as if they`re circling around you, getting closer and closer, zeroing in on your location and howling at you like the hounds of hell, at last, come to steal you away from your life and this world to a place that none of us can really KNOW until we get there. Until then, you wait, sometimes shivering a little bit, a slight clammy chill rising on your flesh as the night closes in around you and threatens to smother you in its cold embrace. You lie there and you wonder….



After Midnight…






“Raise your words, not your voice.

It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”







“He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an ARTIST…”

St. Francis of Assisi



Friedrich Nietzsche


“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though EVERYTHING IS A MIRACLE.”

Albert Einstein


“I sit in the sky

like a sphinx,


my heart of snow is wed

to the whiteness of swans.

I hate the movement

that displaces the rigid lines

with lips untaught,

neither tears nor laughter

do I know…”

Charles Baudelaire

Les Fleurs du Mal

(The Flowers of Evil)


See you next time….whenever that may be….






By Tom H. Brooks 3









Down this lonely road I walk

into a fiery red sunset


Another day

another year

another decade

I go swiftly into the unknown future


Time flies away

on the wings of angels…

and demons


Time flows over me and drags me under

like a slow muddy river

across the floodplains


Can you hear me speaking to you

across the miles,

across the great distances?


Can you see me here

in the dim scarlet twilight

of this endless wasteland?


Can you understand the things

that I say here,

walking down this road of mine?


I`m calling out to you


I see far


I see you there,

on your road

going your own way

through the madness

of this vast world


We all struggle

to find our way

in this life


There is no map

for your road

or mine


Your cell phone

will not get you

where you are going


There are no tour guides

no buses

no taxis


All we have

is our wits and

our own two feet


So keep walking,

you there,

and I`ll do the same


Perhaps I`ll see you

at a crossroads one day

but not likely


The sun goes down

and night shadows

crawl across the land


As my eyes gradually adjust,

I can see clearly,

even through the darkness –


It`s beautiful out here…





Tokyo, Japan







Walter Gropius & Mies Van Der Rohe









— = +




If you can`t laugh at yourself,

then you have no right to laugh at anyone else.



Friday, 5/9/14



The density of Tokyo, especially Shinjuku is fucking amazing.  A million different shady things going on in any number of bright neon-lit skyscrapers or down dark, forbidding alleys.  Thousands upon thousands of people all walking somewhere or going nowhere.  Everyone rushing through the streets, helter-skelter, here and there, all around you…there are pimps from Ghana, Nigeria, Jamaica and Tokyo.  And they accost you at every turn, it`s almost impossible to have a peaceful walk in this area.  The streets are filled with obscure secrets.  They are ripe with fragrant sin.  The night is bleeding with vice.  The underground is all around you.  You`ll never know what`s going on behind those closed doors unless you can read Japanese Kanji.  Around the corner, up the dusty stairs, through that red door under the pink and blue neon light…debauchery awaits like a dirty, sexy mistress clothed only in black lace panties, she calls to you with insistent and relentless temptation…



When you take the train everywhere, you never get to know the varied endless layers of Tokyo.  You just fly underground from one place to another without ever seeing what lies between.  But when you walk or skateboard, you get to see the mysterious places betwixt the mad nerve centers of this vast mega-city.  You can be in an area of dead streets and haunted alleys one minute and in a frenzied mass of party people in the heart of the madness the next.  It is a relentless and overwhelming trip with no mercy for the weak or the faint of heart.  Really, the ONLY way to see it all is to skateboard and walk and you know this is my specialty.

The mysteries and the different worlds unfold for me like a blossoming neon lotus flower.  And now I give this flower to you…



“Though I know that evening`s empire

has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

left me blindly here to stand

but still not sleeping


My weariness amazes me

I`m branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street`s

too dead for dreaming




Take me disappearing

through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time

Far past the frozen leaves

The haunted frightened trees

Out to the windy beach

Far from the twisted reach

of crazy sorrow


Yes, to dance beneath

the diamond sky with one hand waving free

Silhouetted by the sea

Circled by the circus sands

Driving memory and fate

deep beneath the waves

Let me forget about today

until tomorrow…



Hey Mr. Tambourine Man

play a song for me

I`m not sleepy and

there is no place I`m going to


Hey Mr. Tambourine Man

play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning

I`ll come following you…”


Bob Dylan



People look at me when I`m eating alone in the Mexican restaurants of Tokyo.  Japanese tend to eat in big groups.  They tend to do everything in big groups.  I suppose they`re thinking,”Oh, that gaijin is always eating alone.”   I`M NOT ALONE, PEOPLE.  DON`T YOU WORRY ABOUT ME.  I`m here on a date with my beautiful enchiladas and we`re having a great time together…











Tim Hudock

Hong Kong

May 22nd, 2014



The sound of the wind through bamboo is a magical thing, indeed.  It is a soft whisper and a gentle creaking sound that is almost indescribable. “Peaceful” does not do it justice…



“All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.”


“The point is not to take the world`s opinion as a guiding star but to go one`s own way in life and work unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.”


“I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.”


Gustav Mahler





I`m back in Miyota, Nagano Prefecture again, visiting after a whole year has passed.  Things look different after all this time – in some ways good, in other ways bad. One depressing thing was the way they`re building a big, ugly house where there used to be 3 gorgeous trees in the middle of a soba field.  I have a great autumn photo of these colorful trees from a couple years ago so I`ll always remember them.  They also mowed down a special, mystical grove of trees that shaded a small graveyard over the rice fields so some stupid fuck could put up a bunch of ugly solar panels.  Sad.  The mountains are still beautiful, though, lush and green, rising up into the deep blue sky.  And at night, a chorus of frogs in the fields.  Things could be worse, indeed…



Sakamoto Dam, Lake Usui…..SPECTACULAR, on the border of Karuizawa and Gunma Prefecture.






Gunma/Karuizawa border; Japan Fast and Furious.  A caravan of at least 40 convertible sports cars racing up and down the winding mountain roads at dangerously high speeds……only in Japan….



Driving down a Japanese highway through ancient green, misty mountains listening to traditional Japanese koto, shamisen, and flute music.  Both women and men are singing.  Magic.  A singular moment in this dream life of mine…



Jakko no Taki……Jakko Falls, JACK.

An ancient shrine from 820 A.D.





Sunday night in Lower Nikko Village in Tochigi Prefecture.  I`m walking through the dead, empty streets of the ghost town, and like a moth to the flame, I am drawn, there it lies, like a beacon in the night, THE BEER VENDING MACHINE.  Only I would find beer in the middle of nowhere.  No stores that are open around here at 10pm.  There is nothing for me but the lone beer machine lit up on this dark street of phantoms.  Just leave it to me, baby.  I`ll make all your troubles go away…



Toshogu Shrine: Absolutely beautiful and otherworldly, but TOO DAMN CROWDED.  Like fucking Disneyland it was; tour groups of old Japanese people with their little green flags.  I shoved people outta my way to get the shots I wanted and then I got outta there.  Back to the ruins with me…there won`t be anyone where I`m going….


(In retrospect, it was an amazing feat of ingenuity that I managed to get so many beautiful photos of these famous places with NO PEOPLE IN THEM! How the fuck did I do that?!?)



One night in Lower Nikko Ghost Town, I found a 7-11.  It was the shittiest 7-11 I`ve ever seen in my life.  The shelves were empty, the whole place was shabby and understocked.  It was like some 1950s communist-bloc country during bread-rationing.  I bought the very last Kirin Nodogoshi out of the almost empty beer cooler.  The very next night, I walked by and it was GONE – the whole store – as if it had never existed at all!  Just spirited away in the dead of night, sign and all.  I guess it`s entirely possible that I bought the last beer EVER at that ghost town

7-11.  Lucky for me, I remembered where the beer vending machine was…








Deeper, higher, into the misty, green mountains… (eventually made it to 6000 feet: valleys, lakes, plateaus, snow…..the WHOLE BIT….






Route 120 to Lake Chuzenjiko may be the best road I`ve yet driven in Japan…absolutely gorgeous, I tell you.  It`s a beautiful and green, winding road up into the clouds with spectacular views along the way.  On a particularly dangerous blind curve, I saw one of those red-faced monkeys (he looked like me when I`ve been drinking, in all honesty…).  He was sitting, I mean, he was just chillin` on the side of the road.  I slowed down, but I couldn`t get a photo because there was no place to stop.  ROAD MONKEY!!!



Last night of this epic road trip and we stayed at some kind of weird onsen/spa/hotel called “Numata Health Land” in Gunma.  Room 3002.  FASCINATING.  I just can’t explain how weird and different everything is here…

That`s why I take photos for you.



So, of course, they have a spa at this hotel, a Japanese version that they call “onsen.”  Japanese people LOVE spas.  I decided to head in for an evening shower and bath.  They gave me a RED locker key, so naturally, I assumed the RED entrance was where to go.  I was wrong.  There were 2 naked girls and one old woman lounging about through the steam, but I saw them before they saw me and I bolted.  Getting caught would have likely been quite embarrassing.  I found the men`s spa and, after double-checking, I went inside.  A bunch of old, naked men; (really, only 4, but 4 too many…).  I was ready to go back to the women`s side and hang out with grandma and the little nymphs.  Whatever.  I had a shower and splashed in some cold water, dipped in the pool, and then went in the jacuzzi.  I`m showering off again when this old grandma cleaning woman enters and starts starts scrubbing the place down right next to me, eyeballing me up and down.  Weird.  Japanese are pretty comfortable with nudity.  She seemed to be REALLY comfortable with it, at least other people`s nudity.  Perhaps even too comfortable.  No problem here.  I`m not shy.  I walked out after drying myself off laughing hysterically.  I stepped out into the night for a last beer and a smoke and listened to the sounds of the night insects and frogs.  What a fucking day this has been…



It`s hard to go home after a road trip like this, but it`s nice when you get there…








Tokyo, Japan