The All-You-Can-Drink

It's between 30 and 40 dollars per person. You get several courses of some pretty good food, including a very interesting beef stew, sushi, pasta (italian), thin-sliced smoked pork-loin, oysters & scallops in what seemed a variation on hollandaise, pizza, dessert, and as much alcohol as you can order and put away. Perhaps this is okay for Japanese people. It proved relatively dangerous for this American.

And in the morning, as I walk to work, there is the deep and compelling sound of drums being beat. I might be late. But still I am drawn. What I find is a steam engine. A train. And the tribal sounds surround, but their source is unclear, somewhere in the tunnel nearby. A mixture I did not understand, but found deeply beautiful, as I also found the Japanese Teacher's description of her volunteer work in Cambodia. Her English is concise, and she cannot become overly elaborate.

She describes that which makes her quiet. The moon is large and white. The morning is morning, and full of light. The night is truly black; it is more night than I have seen. I say this is compelling imagery. I'm sorry, she says.