This December, I returned to Japan, the land of perfection. People scurried through immaculate streets, their porcelain faces masking a crock pot of emotions swirling and bubbling underneath the lid. In Japan, everything is seemingly pristine from even skin tone to sushi rice formation to fully functioning families.
“Revealing too much will make you lose face,” I was told.
In that case, I am not just faceless. I am headless.… Keep reading