How Long is a String

My first couple of years in Japan were rough.

How Long is a String was a direct outgrowth of the long, explorative walks I often took late at night, typically in lieu of being in my apartment alone with my thoughts.

I began such walks without a plan, navigated by arbitrary means, and wore out many pairs of shoes along the way.

Walking at night reveals Tokyo as a place of quiet isolation not typically seen during the day and never imagined by those who only know this place by its portrayal in the media.

Empty of people, but filled with questions. Where does this road lead? What’s behind that wall? Am I the only one here?