Converging Waters (Kamogawa Delta Blues)

It is a burning afternoon in early May, and I am riding my bike with Fabio, a hippiesque Venetian destiny had crossing my path earlier that same day at Kyoto Station. We are cycling to the north, and the blue-skinned mountains of Kitayama loom as an extension of the city, the limbs of a bodyContinue reading “Converging Waters (Kamogawa Delta Blues)”