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The End of Love, the Start of a Journey
Life is like Takoyaki.
A little after 4 pm, we arrived at Shinjuku. We ate some Onigiris at a convenience store after putting down our luggage. Then we visited a handcraft shop (called Tailong handcraft shop in Taiwan) and Takashimaya (called Daye Takashimaya in Taiwan). We had katsu-don and Kirin beer at Takashimaya for dinner.
On the way back to the hotel, lanterns and music along the road seemed to have blended into the water on the ground. I opened the weather App and saw that this night was the end of this rainy season, and it would clear up from tomorrow (my mother thought it was thanks to her, “The weather is always good when I travel.” And she was right.) When we passed Krispy Kream, my mother walked and watched, remained silent for a while, wondering something and came back to reality, “What is the difference between here and Taiwan?”
For a second I did not know how to reply. “Or you can go back to Taiwan now?”,
“No.”,
“Well that's it!”
Excerpt from “Taking Your Mum to Travel” in I Don’t Go Out with a Cat by Huang Liqun.
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Su,
I come to Tokyo where we just visited last year. On my way back to the hotel, I see a lot of views that we used to witness together. Sorrow takes me over.
I am living in a library-hotel. The bed lies hidden between bookcases. I feel good to be surrounded by bookcases. At the two nights of my stay, my dreams are full of book scents, which reminds me of the feeling with you around.
Yesterday I visited a handcraft shop. I remember you used to spend a lot of time in the cuisine section, and finally bought a sushi maker. When we returned, you made a table of Japanese dishes. I enjoyed eating your handmade food filled with love and affection bite by bite.
My mother asked me to buy ovenware for Takoyaki. She made a long shopping list for me when she learned I would be going to Tokyo. It included cooking utensils, electrical devices, snacks, and cosmetics. She also complained a lot about not having taken her.
Life is like Takoyaki, they both need to be tumbled to become well prepared. What I am experiencing now, may be the process to turn from “Toko” to Takoyaki. It doesn’t matter if you don't pick me, someone will.
Not yet fully cooked Bin
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（Photo credit: Li Dainil）
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