I met this random politician in one of those instant car parking lots that sprout across Tokyo like weeds. There’s something about his confident and boysih grin in the eerie fluorescent lighting. I have no idea what office he aspires to, or what party or ideas he represents. Still, I was persuaded!
I helped Otoosan lay down some grass squares in the ceramic studio Shiho’s back garden. I wonder if it will grow. On the other hand, even weeds look fantastic in Tokyo. Below is a daikon radish weed flower next to the shed.