At home I told my mom, “My flower sensei said I lack a Japanese soul. Said I was hopeless and a danger. Said I was harboring peonies about to explode into full-blown rebellion, like the terrorists down south. He treated me as if I was a Shin-Kalifonia sympathizer.”
“Flower Arranging at the End of the Japanese Empire” explores what it might have been like to live as a youth during the Japanese Empire if it had lasted into our present, which became its last days.