the Benji Karmis website experience

              one quirky part about watching movies here in Japan is that everybody always waits until the credits are done before they start moving. I get it, right? sometimes, there is a secret scene after the movie. but after getting done with “One Battle After Another,” a movie I decided to see entirely on a whim because I happened to be doing some shopping near the theatre, I opted to be one of the few who dared to interrupt the odd homeostasis taking place by leaving during the credits. the movie just wasn’t all that good tbh, and I didn’t really care what might happen after the credits.               after throwing out my trash and popping in my earbuds to begin my trek home through the busy streets of Shinjuku’s most popular area, I noticed a guy ahead of me who had also gone against the grain by leaving the movie at the same time, perhaps a few years younger. he went to see a m...

              It’s funny how attached us humans get to things. People closest to us make sense. But what about people further away? Take strangers we never knew, animals even though we eat them, and the oddest to me, things. Why do we get so attached to our favourite cup, or a seat in class, or a building in the skyscape that you’ve grown fond of? It’s just stuff, right?               But for whatever reason, stuff makes us happy. Take my beloved Corvette – a black ’85 C4, automatic, targa top with louvres. It’s just some vehicle I bought for $8500 a few years ago. Yet, selling it today via a phone call with my dad back at home, it brought me into a sombre, yet sentimental mood.               It’s not that the car itself was the greatest. Sure, it was always pretty reliable for a 30+ year old car. Insurance at Hagerty ...