Looking out of the window of Pizza Express at the dark liquid Thames flowing backwards with the moon under little shilly-shallies of snow and past the dome of St Paul's I told my sister that some of the half-Japanese people I know seem to have a tendency towards a melancholic and self-absorbed introspection. It's probably more a function of their location - called upon more than others to mediate their identity to others (and themselves) without well-trodden archetypal roles to hand, their identity becomes a field for contestation.
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