Dawn is a few hours away and Philip Blazdell is sneaking around the hotel with a forty-foot LAN cable, a stolen laptop, a six-pack of Japanese beer and a box of sushi.
When Jessica Hampton got to Japan, she was so dazzled by the cleanliness around her that that immediately did the previously unthinkable in a gesture of trust and international good-will: she used a s
Phlip Blazdell wonders how anyone could ever fall in love in such a place where nothing looks real and shadows are merely story-book tales and vague longings.