Noon on Yakushima Island. We have been hiking for nine hours, and are still far removed from our destination. Amidst the vines and boulders I spot something surprising right before…
South of the Four Countries and the Nine Provinces there lies an island, touched, neither by the slow but all consuming hand of time, nor by the oft haphazard, chaotic,…
The Ankorians wrote on banana leaves. As their society collapsed, and monks stopped meticulously copying manuscripts, the scrolls of leaves rotted away in the humid climate, and their history was…