snack

“I feel like I didn’t pack enough snacks, but I’m gonna be thirsty, and that my waist is … it’s really tight,” he jokes.

It may have been the wine and it may have been curiosity, but another afternoon snack was on order.

In a local Tokyo konbini, the snack aisle buzzes with excitement as adults and children alike marvel at an array of sour candies lining the store shelves.

I’ll still chop up some vegetables to snack on with hummus, or cook off an extra pot of grains to stretch into chilled salads.

It’s a strange and silent place, in which all the beds are neatly made, the floors around them no longer mulched with clothing, charge cords and snack wrappers.