Shawn Scott Smith
Death in Galaxies and Other Things I Learned from Television
The asteroids fall over Ine Bay, north of Kyoto on a chill March night. The mother wolf looks up, watching the starglow fade before turning back to her cubs and nudging them into the thick forest.
Out here in a foreign land, I hold a stranger’s hand, our language barrier made trivial amid the quiet beauty. Others are here, wearing anime shirts and neckties, their business suits ripped off between work and the bar.