I’ve always been in love with Japan. Since I could barely walk, their art spoke to me. The first time I got there (December 2015), I cried. I wept like a child who found his way back home, after being lost. Do you know how people talk about the first moment they met the love of their life? About how they know from the very first moment they’re going to spend their lifetime loving that person? I felt the same way about Japan.