Naming of things: Nana’s Lawson

I had a dream of living in a city where nobody knew me.

When I came to Sapporo, Japan it was early march. Beginning of spring as one would suppose, but there still were mountains of snow on the streets, short days and long nights. At that time, I experienced some level of (foreign) anxiety. Everything felt heavy and unfamiliar.

My name may seem a bit long, so I decided to use my beloved childhood nick name Nana, which my family and close friends still call me. Just repeat the same syllable twice. Simple. In addition, Nana means “7” in Japanese. Maybe my purpose of coming to Japan was to retrieve my name or even give it a new meaning?

In front of the building I was living, there was a convenience store name Lawson operating 24 hours, 7 days a week. A super sensitive person may even say there is a certain sense of infinity to it. There are many convenience stores scattered all around the city and all of them look almost the same. Probably because I didn’t know any other people from except my work,  I felt some kind of comfort in going there and seeing the same people in blue and white striped clothes.

More than ever I realized I could find a solace in simplicity  and create my own story.

So there was Nanas’ Lawson.

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A cape in the fog

Foggy bubble

During our visit to Shakotan peninsula, blue sky covered our heads and it was really warm. Yet, when we ventured forward Cape Kamui, we felt a change in atmosphere. It was a foggy and windy bubble which seemed to hang only there.


Old tale

There is a folklore story concerning a young woman called Charenka. She was in love tim a Japanese warrior Yoshitsune Minamoto. It is said that when he had escaped abroad from the enemy, Charenka followed him to the cape, but soon realized she was left. In despair, she jumped off the cape and the rock at the edge of the cape is believed to be her spirit. It is said that she cursed all women on ships and the ships that had women on board started to sink one after another. During many years women were prohibited from entering the cape.


Even now there is a warning sign, yet entering or not of course is up to you! This time the gate to Charenka’s path was closed due to strong wind.

It is believed there is a curse regarding Cape Kamui, yet the atmosphere is quite mystic  and even sacred. As nature could only be.





Changes and wildflowers

Changes are free. Wildflowers are free.

I want changes and wildflowers.

I want all things which are free and relentless.


Lately I have been thinking that I need a big change. Not just a change, but a Big change.

It has happened before. Maybe this change is already taking place, yet I don’t really notice it.

How do changes occur?

Are we conscious of changes within ourselves?

No matter how hard we try is there something we cannot ever change about ourselves?



(Photo taken near Furano, Hokkaido, Jp)