My apartment in Moriguchi. It's not as spacious as this picture makes it look, but the smell of tatami mats is lovely.


And here's the reverse, looking into the room I'm using for a bedroom/exercise space. The futon goes into the closet during the day.


I'm trying to keep up appearances as a filmmaker, but in fact the TV isn't actually plugged in. I also took out the sliding doors between the two rooms after Patrick left. Japanophiles talk romantically about "sliding rice-paper doors", but of course we live in the future, so nowadays they're cardboard doors with cheap-looking rice-paper-patterened appliques.

And here's my "office" (closet) and the kitchen beyond.


And the poorly-appointed kitchen. I swear I have the worst dish-drying rack ever.


And the balcony where I hang my laundry. There's a washing machine but no drier in the apartment. I don't know what I'm going to do when the rainy season comes.