My subway stop’s claim to fame is the Brooklyn Museum, but I’ve only been once. Every first Saturday they hold a free party and open up the museum. For the past year and a half I’ve had a standing date with myself of meaning to go, but never quite making it.
Well, it’s a new era. The BK Museum has an exhibition of Japanese prints for the next short while. I’ve been into Japan and Haruki Murakami since reading his story, “New York Mining Disaster.”
I definitely have a skewed and limited view of Japan, but from what I know, the country seems so gangster.