Lauren Hofu Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Hofu Cultural Trip

As the sun starts settlin’, I’m feelin’ kinda reflective. Hofu’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chill but also kinda wild. I’m walkin’ back home, and I pass by the Hofu Castle ruins. I stop for a sec, just takin’ it all in. The history, the beauty, the chaos of the day. It’s all a part of this crazy life.

Hibakusha children's author reflects on a life of writing, why society needs imagination