Imagine it was 1949 and you were walking along the banks of the Zenpukuji river from Honancho to Ogikubo in search of a ramen shop named after a strange man.
Imagine that you found it and the strange man also had a strange wife.
Imagine a bowl that you could gladly eat everyday regardless of your mood or the weather.
Imagine it was the best shoyu ramen you’ve ever had. It was close…
Imagine a world where emptiness is fabulous.
Imagine a peaceful walk through one of the coolest parks in all of Tokyo.
Imagine being watched…