When I hear the word “nostalgia,” I am immediately transported back to Tokyo, where I spent the past few years of my life. I miss it. It burns in my heart. As I sit here in New York, Tokyo and that season of my life remain a blurred memory to me, almost dreamlike. In fact, I can’t help but feel that dreamlike is the best way to describe my experience in Japan. As on of my favorite poets Richard put it in his collection June 30th, June 30th, which catalogues his Japanese travels:
in the Milky Way.
May 18, 1976