Someone once told me, “Your writing reminds me of Murakami.” Murakami was (and is) a huge influence on my work, and yet I felt the piece was unique on its own. This got me thinking about the term, “Fake it ’til you make it.”
But what happens if you make it because you faked it?
This line of thought is where Henry J. was born.
I'm a Tokyo based writer who does food, coffee, and short fiction. In love with the ever constant ebb and flow of Tokyo life.