Simon Taylor

We leave Akasaka, and Hotel Felice–and it has been–for the Romance Car–it, in fact, is–booked to take us to Hakone. Reaching Hakone-Yumoto, we have climbed off the flatlands of rice production, and ascended into the cloud and into the hills; the temperature has dropped outside; the

Out the back gate, past the ventilation chimneys, crossing, the beware of ghost sign, up over the hill, down residential oneway, police manning the inroads to embassyland, under the pedestrian bridge, left at the south-easterly corner of Yoyogi, in through exit 2, minutes before Chiyoda line sped away, under the

I had come the wrong way in the morning so I had no choice but to go the wrong way at night. I left Komaba Campus by the main gate, the one close to the local line, if I had been, as if I had been, intending to catch it—

Today is the first day of the conference. The camp ended. J. arrived. I moved from staying at Yoyogi Memorial Olympic Youth Hostel to Akasaka, land of many reasonably priced eatingplaces and the old red light district, and Hotel Felice. I reckoned on taking the Chiyoda line, since it seemed

Having seen two of the best exhibitions I have ever seen at Mori Art Museum, Roppongi, J. and I went to visit teamLab borderless Tokyo at the Mori Building, Odaiba, a man-made island in Tokyo Bay. We took the Yurikamome train, which runs like a rollercoaster over the Rainbow Bridge.

Anne Sauvagnargues and Gregory Flaxman (two whose separately written books I greatly admire, and now get to meet, now working together) present “Techno-Genetic Semiotics”: …which concerns the status of images, no longer seen as representation, but a new form of individuation. In 1989’s Schizoanalytic CartographiesGuattari shows production of subjectivity