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About Nagoya

“Hold me closer,” she whispers soft.

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Our hospital was a few miles away from an area with a higher number of sex workers, and we saw the results of that consistently in our clinics.

Then I head to my studio on Kani-eki. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But guess what? My wheel is acting up. Like, it’s got a mind of its own. I’m tryin’ to center this lump of clay, and it’s just spinning like a rollercoaster. I’m yelling at it, “C’mon, behave!” My neighbors must think I’m nuts. But hey, it’s Kani, right? Everyone’s a little quirky here.

wood and concrete volumes form seaside retreat by taller alberto calleja / TAC in mexico