Wet Ink

not a map, but a mixtape

Essays, poems, and fragments on memory, the felt, and the unseen. Weekly reflections to inspire, unsettle, and invite conversations.

I’m a Tokyo-based graphic designer. I enjoy football, longboard surfing, and golf.

After 24 years of marriage, I let my life implode in service of truth. I write about desire, identity, the agency we reclaim and the systems we destabilize when we stop performing and start listening to ourselves.