Takeshi Mori

I took my first sleeper from Tokyo to the Izumo coast when I was twenty-three, and I could not sleep for listening. The click of the corridor door, the clatter of the points, a conductor’s voice in the dark. I bought a small recorder on the way home, mostly so I would remember.

Now I make a new episode every other Thursday from my flat in Tokyo, in a futon closet lined with blankets, because it is the quietest room I have. Each episode is one night: the route, the people at work, and the recordings, with a track list so you know when to put your headphones on.