Bunzoi is a someone of whom you may not have heard, who has entered no contests, taken no laurels, and has never been on time to sell bests for New York. He has never tok-ed a book and isn’t sure what that means, but he did drop a few down the stairs once when there were more than he could carry. He never casts pods (that would just be rude), but edamame in the pod is particularly delicious, and he finds hashtags quite useful for a round of tic-tac-toe. Bunzoi has views (as do we all), but he’d rather share with you the ones he finds outside on crunchy autumn mornings and silvery summer nights.
Bunzoi is a fellow and a scholar of existence, to whom every moment is its own reward. He likes to breathe in and out; to laugh and feel and lose at chess, so long as the game was fun. His greatest accomplishment is that he is here.
Yesterday Bunzoi dreamt of many things, and today he would like very much to tell you about them over a cup of something warm. Will you enjoy Bunzoi’s tales? He does not know, but he wants to share them with you all the same. Of course he hopes you like them, but however you may feel, he is deeply grateful that you listened in the first place.
Listening is understanding after all, and understanding is one of the greatest things you can do for a someone.
