What she wrote is a mystery. Equally unknown is whether it will come true or not. But what is certain is that she was giving it a tremendous amount of thought.

Photographs from a small group of islands
What she wrote is a mystery. Equally unknown is whether it will come true or not. But what is certain is that she was giving it a tremendous amount of thought.

Japan’s political machinery may well be winding up to a deafening crescendo ahead of the coming election, but for some, the soundbites and empty promises mean even less than they do to the voting public.

When it rains in Tokyo, the city isn’t only awash with water, but also the now ubiquitous transparent umbrella. A cheap and cheerful option that can create a slightly unreal window, into a similarly synthetic world.

Not some unidentifiable sea dweller dished up as a quick meal. No sickly goldfish destined to be dead by morning either. But rather some beautifully coloured and surprisingly blue-eyed koi.

Girls doing their make-up on the train is a regular sight in Tokyo; young women who unabashedly go about their business despite the quiet but uncomfortable congestion around them.
Doing the same thing plonked down on the pavement, however, isn’t nearly so common, although in Kabukicho, Shinjuku’s infamous red light district, it perhaps shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.
