Matsuri
My formative years were troubled. I have many horrible memories, of which I refuse to go into here – they’re personal, and it’s not appropriate. But the memories were not all bad. Every year we had a religious festival – we called it the Festival of Tabernacles, or the “feast” for short. It was in some ways a rather staid affair – but it was a festival, and it was a celebration. Some people treated it as an excuse to get wasted for seven days, but for the most part,… Read More »Matsuri