There is no single way into the subtle texture of Japan.
Sometimes, a word opens first.
Sometimes, a scene.
Sometimes, an object, a custom, or a memory.
Each offers a different point of entry.
Each holds something that does not fully appear on the surface.
Paths gathers those ways of reading.
Old expressions, proverbs, and ways of saying.
Small moments in ordinary life.
Things made, used, and quietly kept.
Forms, gestures, and repeated ways of living.
What remains in people, places, and time.