I have a weakness for the Japanese because I find that they are crazier than myself. That is, I would say that and think that, if I played any identity games – which I don’t. But others think I do – which is amusing.

Let’s see a couple of examples:

As it happens, while I sit on top of a mountain in Norway, a whole shipload of Japanese stuff is being prepared for me, so I can get it by the time I’m back in Denmark in September.

A friend in Kyoto who has an eye on all things tarot, art, kimonos, iron pots, and other peculiar antiquities, is sending me gifts and other things I ordered myself as part of a collector’s sale.

In the process, Japanese paper gets thrown in, along with the request that I provide my measurements. My work is popular in Japan, I’m told, and…