As soon as I saw the sign I knew we had to stop. Yama is the Hindu god of death; Kama is the god of sexual desire—the same one that got blasted to cinders by Shiva.
Who could pass up a chance for lunch at the Sex and Death Curry Shop? We lack for nothing here in Tokyoland.
These moments interest me most: when the day offers itself for dream interpretation and appearance is a scratch on the sand beneath which a secret is buried.
Lunch special: fresh homemade curry, 880 yen.
Seven worlds up a river of light empties into a round expanse: in this world it manifests as a spoon.
In this world where absolutely everything matters--was beef the best choice?
There was even a stamp card--to keep us coming back. Excuse me, I can't read Japanese, but I hope to redeem my twelve entrees for entry to Paradise.
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