Between Fear and Fascination: End-Time Myths in Modern Japan

 There’s a rumor going around that a massive earthquake will hit Japan on July 5th this year. Personally, I’m highly skeptical of anything occult or spiritual—so I don’t believe a word of it. Still, this rumor spread so explosively through social media in Hong Kong and Taiwan that it actually led some airlines to cancel or reduce flights to Japan.


The origin of this rumor can be traced back to a manga published in 1999, Watashi ga Mita Mirai (私が見た未来, The Future I Saw), in which the author recounts her prophetic dreams. The cover famously bore the words “Great Disaster in March 2011,” which later became a topic of discussion after the actual Tohoku earthquake and tsunami struck. That terrifying footage of the tsunami swallowing entire towns is something people all over the world witnessed on the news. In 2021, a “complete edition” of the manga was released, with the author adding that “the true disaster will come in July 2025.” This new “prophecy” quickly gained traction on social media and reignited public fascination.



Just because I don’t believe in the occult doesn’t mean I’m uninterested, quite the opposite. I’m fascinated by the cultural and psychological mechanisms that allow these stories to grip people so powerfully.


Looking back, even before I was born, Japan was swept up in the Nostradamus craze of the 1970s. Author Ben Goto’s The Prophecies of Nostradamus series, which warned that “the seventh month of 1999 will bring the end of humanity,” became a nationwide bestseller, selling over six million copies. Of course, the “King of Terror” never showed up in July 1999, and doomsday itself turned into a kind of national festival—an almost celebratory spectacle that many still remember well.


Behind this boom in apocalyptic thinking, there was a persistent sense of “quiet collapse” in society at the time. The Cold War between the U.S. and Soviet Union dragged on until 1989, and the possibility of the world ending in nuclear fire was a very real fear. In Japan, I learned about the country’s four major pollution diseases (Minamata disease, Itai-itai disease, Yokkaichi asthma, and Niigata Minamata disease) in social studies class, and I’ve heard from older generations that, during the summer, photochemical smog warnings were a frequent occurrence in the cities. It wasn’t uncommon, they say, for the horizon to be shrouded in haze, even on sunny days.


By the 1980s, television was filled day after day with news about environmental destruction—stories of the hole in the ozone layer and a surge in skin cancer caused by ultraviolet rays. The vague but growing fear that the Earth was being irreparably damaged seeped deep into the public consciousness. Then, in 1986, the Chernobyl nuclear disaster struck, compounding these anxieties. It’s no wonder that many people began to feel as if the world itself might be coming to an end.


These apocalyptic images took root in pop culture, too. The manga Fist of the North Star (Hokuto no Ken), which began serialization in 1983, opens with the shocking line, “The world was engulfed in nuclear fire in 199X,” and depicted a post-apocalyptic wasteland—a vision that made Japan’s “end of the century anxiety” tangible for both children and adults. Around the same time, AKIRA (1982–1990) told the story of runaway psychic powers and military experiments that reduce Tokyo to ashes yet again, while Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995) turned the question of “the end of humanity = salvation” into a coming-of-age metaphor through its theme of “the Human Instrumentality Project.”



Why are people drawn to these frightening stories about the future? As sociologist Robert K. Merton noted, when uncertainty increases, people seek “meaning.” The poetic ambiguity of Nostradamus’s quatrains, or the dreamlike illustrations in Watashi ga Mita Mirai, offer plenty of room for personal interpretation, a blank canvas onto which anyone can project their own anxieties. There may also be a kind of comfort in sharing the same fear as others, a pseudo-community built around a common sense of dread.


Sadly, sources of anxiety are far from scarce these days: pandemics, climate change, the threat of AI-induced job loss, wars in Ukraine and the Middle East… According to a survey by Japan’s National Institution for Youth Education, nearly 80% of high school students report feeling anxious about their future.


Social media algorithms are designed to prioritize strong emotions like anger and fear, making negative information spread further and faster than ever. In today’s world, “digitally amplified anxiety” crosses borders in an instant, and as we’ve seen, can even have a direct economic impact—like the recent sharp decline in travel demand from Taiwan and Hong Kong to Japan.



In the end, doomsday prophecies are perhaps a way of transforming the restless anxiety of “what if the world is ending?” into stories that anyone can understand. Nostradamus’s predictions reflected the fears of the Cold War and environmental crises, while Watashi ga Mita Mirai mirrors the uncertainties of our own era. It’s precisely because we feel anxious that we find the motivation to prepare. Even if the predictions turn out to be wrong, Japan is surrounded by active fault lines, and a major earthquake is all but inevitable sooner or later. If the unease sparked by this latest rumor leads more people to take disaster preparedness seriously, then at least some good may come of it.


In the Shade of Hydrangeas: Changing Meanings Through Time

Hydrangeas are in full bloom. Each blossom is a raindrop wrapped in petals, swelling together into plush pom-poms that drift from powder-blue to royal violet in a slow, painterly gradient—utterly captivating.


Native to Japan, this deciduous shrub comes with a mixed bag of floral symbolism: “fickleness,” “pride,” “family unity,” “domestic harmony,” even “impermanence” and “infidelity” all jostle for space on the same tag.


Of these, “fickleness” is the crowd-pleaser, obviously inspired by the flower’s habit of changing colour—but that association is surprisingly recent, likely dating no earlier than the Meiji era (1868-1912).



My fellow Ehime native, the Meiji-era haiku master 正岡子規(Masaoka Shiki), nailed the sentiment in a single breath:

紫陽花や きのふの誠 けふの嘘

(Hydrangeas, yesterday’s truth, today’s lie.)

Convictions fade quickly; the human heart is nothing if not capricious.



Step back to the Edo period (1603-1867) and the plant was better known by its rainy-season nickname 七変化(shichihenge) “the flower of seven transformations.” Writers marvelled at the literal colour shift but stopped short of turning it into a metaphor for unfaithfulness.

 The closest we get is 小林一茶(Kobayashi Issa)’s playful line:

紫陽花や 己が気儘の 絞り染

(Hydrangeas, every blossom, tie-dyed by its own caprice.)

Charming, yes—more observational than philosophical.



Leap further back to the eighth-century 万葉集(Manyoshu), Japan’s oldest surviving anthology of verse. Courtier 橘諸兄(Tachibana no Moroe) wrote:

紫陽花の 八重咲く如 やつ代にを

 いませわが背子 見つつ思はむ

(May you flourish through countless generations,
like the hydrangea’s many-layered blooms.)

Here the plant stands not for flightiness but for prosperity and enduring bonds.



By the late Heian period (ca. 1100), poet 源俊頼(Minamoto no Toshiyori) paints an ethereal scene:

あぢさゐの 花のよひらに もる月を

 影もさながら 折る身ともがな

(Could I but pluck the moon-light pooling
on each hydrangea petal, shadow and all.)

An image as fragile as dew on silk.



Seasons turn, feelings shift, and even the meaning of words refuses to sit still. Much like the hydrangea’s chameleon hues, our interpretations brighten, fade, and bloom again.


What’s considered common sense today may well be nonsense tomorrow. Just because something is accepted as “right” now doesn’t mean it truly is. I’d like to keep a cool head and approach things with that perspective.


Japan’s Secret Weapon Against Mosquitoes

As the temperature climbs higher and higher this season, another unwelcome guest seems to multiply at the same pace: mosquitoes. Last night, I was bitten on the middle finger while sleeping, and the itchiness was so intense that it woke me up—and kept me from getting back to sleep. What’s worse, mosquitoes always seem to go for the most sensitive spots, like your fingers and toes, as if they’re aiming for maximum annoyance.

That signature whine of their wings—that unmistakable "bzzzz" right by your ear—has robbed many of us of precious sleep. And if it were just about the itch, I could maybe let it slide. But mosquitoes are also notorious for spreading some truly nasty diseases: malaria, dengue fever, Japanese encephalitis, to name just a few. In the rankings of "world's most dangerous creatures"—measured by annual human fatalities—mosquitoes are the undisputed champion. They may be tiny, but the havoc they wreak is anything but small.

Thankfully, here in Japan, we have a true hero in the fight for restful sleep and good spirits: the aptly named 蚊がいなくなる(Kaga Inakunaru) Spray—literally, "Mosquito Vanishing Spray." And let me tell you, this stuff is nothing short of miraculous. One quick spray in the room, and suddenly, those pesky mosquitoes vanish as if by magic. The first time I tried it, I actually found myself wondering, “Wait, is this even safe? It’s almost too effective!”

 ↑ My trusty summer sidekick

Being a natural worrywart, I had to look into it. It turns out that the main ingredient in this spray is a type of pyrethroid insecticide. Pyrethroids target the mosquito’s nervous system, knocking them out with just a tiny amount. Humans and pets, on the other hand, have special enzymes that break down and flush these compounds out of our bodies. So unless you decide to inhale vast clouds of the stuff, it’s considered safe to use as directed.

Of course, nothing in life is ever 100% risk-free. If you keep fish, shrimp, or other aquarium creatures—or, say, pet beetles or butterflies—be extra careful. For them, even a trace amount can be deadly.

↑ The product website is packed with warnings, most notably in bold red letters: “Do not use in rooms with aquariums.”

I honestly think this spray is brilliant, but I’ve never seen anything like it for sale in the U.S.—it seems to be a uniquely Japanese invention that hasn’t made its way overseas. As long as mosquitoes return every summer (as they surely will), I’ll keep relying on this little can of wonder. After all, I’d much rather trust my sleep to science than spend another night being serenaded by that dreaded mosquito whine. I understand that mosquitoes are just trying to survive, but I have no intention of sharing my blood with them.




The Rainy Season Front, On the Move

 It’s official—四国(Shikoku), where I live, has entered the rainy season.

Of course, when the rainy season begins in Japan, the announcement is surprisingly vague. The news usually says something like, “We believe Kyushu and Shikoku have now entered the rainy season,” without pinpointing an exact date. It’s less a hard-and-fast declaration, and more of a gentle nudge: “By the way, you’re probably in the rainy season now.” But then, that’s the nature of, well, nature—weather rarely draws clean lines.

In Japan, we call this season “Tsuyu” (梅雨), which literally means “plum rain.” The term originally came from China, and the most widely accepted theory is that it refers to the rain that falls when plums are ripening. Sure enough, as soon as tsuyu arrives, local supermarkets start lining up crates of fresh green plums.


↑ The sight of plums in the store is my personal sign that the rainy season is truly here

From now until the end of summer, it’s the humidity that really gets to me. No matter how I style my hair, the moisture in the air turns it frizzy within minutes. My skin feels sticky, sweat won’t dry, and the heat—oh, the heat!—is so stifling and damp that it feels like being locked in a steam bath.

They say Japan has four seasons, but honestly, summers seem to be getting longer every year. Even in October, it can feel muggy and warm. Then, right around the time I start thinking, “This weather is finally pleasant,” November sweeps in and suddenly it’s cold. These days, the Japanese climate is basically a two-option menu: hot or cold. The sweet spot of autumn lasts only a few fleeting weeks.


 ↑ This chart shows just how relentlessly muggy it gets—especially in July and August, when the heat is downright oppressive.

To survive this punishing stretch of summer, there’s nothing better than umeboshi—salted, pickled plums packed with salt and citric acid. It’s a bit of old-fashioned wisdom that still works wonders. Once the plums hit the market and you start pickling, you’ll have your very own umeboshi ready by the height of summer in July. Umeboshi really are the very essence of a Japanese summer.



~How to Make Umeboshi (Pickled Plums): The Basics~

What You’ll Need:

  • 1 kg green plums (ume)

  • 180–200g salt (18–20% of plum weight)

  • Shochu or white liquor (about 35% alcohol), for sterilizing

  • A pickling jar (glass is ideal, plastic is okay)

  • A weight (half to equal the weight of the plums)

  • Red shiso leaves (optional, for flavor and color)

Preparation:

  • Wash the plums gently and pat them dry.

  • Remove the stems using a toothpick or similar tool.

  • Sprinkle the plums with shochu to sterilize them.

Salting:

  • Layer the plums and salt alternately in the jar.

  • Pour any remaining salt on top.

  • Cover with plastic wrap and add the weight on top.

Raising the Plum Brine:

  • In about 2–3 days, the plums will release enough juice to cover themselves—this is called “umezu.”

  • As long as the plums stay submerged, mold isn’t likely to be a problem.

Adding Red Shiso (optional):

  • Once the brine has fully risen (after about a week), massage red shiso leaves with salt to release their color and remove bitterness.

  • Add them to the jar with the plums for extra fragrance and color.

Sun-Drying the Plums (Late July to August, when it’s hot and sunny):

  • Once the hottest part of summer arrives, spread the plums and shiso leaves on bamboo trays and sun-dry them for three days.

  • Bring them inside at night if you wish.

  • After drying, you can put them back in the brine or store them as is.

*Is Sun-Drying Essential?*
If you’re after that nostalgic, old-fashioned flavor, sun-drying is recommended. But if you’re short on time (or good weather), you can skip it.

Advantages:

  • Sun-drying increases shelf life.

  • The plums’ skins become sturdier, and their sourness mellows.

Drawbacks:

  • You need three consecutive sunny days—which isn’t easy to predict these days.

The Ongoing Rice Crisis

There’s one story dominating the news in Japan these days: the rice shortage and its soaring prices.

Only a few years ago, bags of rice lined the supermarket shelves in abundance, and anyone could buy their staple food without a second thought. Now, rice has become something of a luxury—almost out of reach for many households. In 2025, it’s no longer unusual to find people sighing in front of the rice section, muttering, “Still expensive today, too…” or, just as often, discovering that the shelves are completely empty.



↑ Store shelf stickers say "we regret to inform you that, due to the ongoing rice shortage, we are currently unable to guarantee a stable supply. Starting in January, we kindly ask that each household limit their rice purchases to one bag per visit. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may cause and appreciate your understanding and cooperation"

When Did the Rice Shortage Begin?

Looking back, the trouble started in the summer of 2023. Japan was struck by a record-breaking heatwave, devastating the quality of premium rice varieties like Koshihikari. Farmers everywhere said, “We’ve never seen a year like this,” while wholesalers and retailers raised the alarm—stockpiles were running dangerously low.

Despite these warning signs, the government repeatedly insisted, “There’s plenty of rice.” This was meant to prevent panic buying. But as the weeks passed, supermarket shelves gradually emptied, and prices crept ever higher. Still, the official message in the media was, “No need to worry.”



How Rice Prices Doubled

Eventually, the situation became so severe it was dubbed “the Reiwa Rice Panic.” By autumn 2024, a 5-kg bag of rice had climbed past ¥3,000. By spring 2025, the price broke through ¥4,000—a bag of rice had truly become a luxury.

It was only then that the government finally admitted the crisis and decided to release reserve rice onto the market. The catch? The rice being released was “kokokokumai”—harvested back in 2021. What was once considered only good enough for processing or even animal feed was now being sold at prices rivaling freshly harvested rice. Both consumers and shop owners couldn’t help but mutter, “I can’t believe it’s come to this.”


Why Is Old Rice So Expensive?

The days when “old rice equals cheap rice” are long gone. The underlying problem is that the market’s baseline price has shifted dramatically upward. Whether you’re buying new-crop or aged rice, distribution, polishing, and even anti-hoarding policies have kept prices stubbornly high. Farmers, too, can’t afford to sell at a loss—slashing prices could drive them out of business, and ultra-cheap rice would just attract opportunistic resellers. No matter how you look at it, the days of “ideal bargains” are over.


The Engel Coefficient and the Squeeze on Everyday Life

It’s not just rice that’s gotten more expensive. In 2024, Japan’s Engel coefficient—the percentage of household spending that goes to food—shot up to 28.3%, the highest in 43 years.



Prices Keep Rising, But Wages Don’t

And it’s not just food prices. Take cars, for example: in 1995, a brand-new Toyota Corolla cost about one million yen. Today, the same car will set you back more than two million. Prices have nearly doubled. But real wages over the past thirty years have actually gone down, eroding our purchasing power bit by bit. In a healthy capitalist economy, a little inflation can be a good thing—a sign of growth. The real problem in Japan is that our paychecks aren’t keeping up. In fact, they’re shrinking.


What’s Next for Our Daily Lives?

After the summer of 2025, the government’s release of reserve rice may bring temporary price relief. But if another heatwave or natural disaster strikes, shortages and sky-high prices could easily return. The sight of a 5-kg bag of rice selling for ¥1,500 on supermarket specials—once an everyday scene—is already fading into memory.


In Closing – What Rice Tells Us About Japan Today

The aroma of freshly cooked rice has always been a symbol of comfort in Japanese homes. Yet now, even this most fundamental staple is no longer guaranteed. This new reality speaks volumes about the hardships and economic uncertainty facing ordinary people in Japan.

As we navigate the uncertainties of politics, climate, and the global economy, one question grows ever more urgent: how can we protect the meals on our tables? For many of us, that’s the new everyday challenge—one that’s only likely to grow in the years ahead.


On Having No Friends

I don’t have a single friend.

That might sound surprising, but it really comes down to how you define “friend.” For me, a friend is someone you keep in touch with for no particular reason—just because you feel like it.

I’ve never been the type to have lots of friends, even as a child. And now, as an adult, I realize I don’t have anyone I’d truly call “my friend.”

Of course, in San Francisco, my husband’s hometown, I’ve been lucky to meet wonderful people through him. They’re friendly, kind, and I genuinely enjoy their company. But let’s be honest—they’re still friends “by association.” I wouldn’t, for example, ask any of them out for coffee, just the two of us.


There’s a difference between loneliness and solitude. Just because you’re alone doesn’t mean you’re lonely. In fact, it’s all too common to feel lonely in a crowd.

Some people like to boast about how many friends they have, but for me, having lots of so-called “friends” I can’t really open up to just makes me feel more isolated. I’d much rather be alone than surrounded by people I don’t truly connect with. I don’t mind doing things by myself; in fact, I prefer it. Life’s too short to spend it putting on an act, just to keep up appearances and fit in with a group.

Honestly, I barely have time as it is. My days are full—there’s housework to do, interesting things to read, precious time to spend with my husband—and before I know it, it’s time for bed.
Everyone has their own rhythm, and trying to coordinate schedules just to meet up feels like more effort than it’s worth. Maybe I’m missing out, but the truth is, I don’t have anyone I’d go to all that trouble for. Even if I did, life happens—people move, change jobs, and drift apart. That’s just how it goes.


TV dramas love to show friendships that are stronger than family ties—intense, passionate bonds that last forever. I won’t lie, there’s a part of me that envies that. But if I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure I’d really want that kind of relationship. Sure, having a best friend closer than family would be nice. But could I actually commit that much time and emotional energy? I doubt it.


This might seem off-topic, but there’s a Japanese children’s song called “When I Become a First Grader(一年生になったら)” The lyrics go, “When I become a first-grader, I wonder if I’ll have a hundred friends. I want to eat rice balls as a hundred on top of Mt. Fuji.”

As a contrary little kid, that line always puzzled me. As a hundred? Does that mean a hundred people in total—including me? Or should it be a hundred friends, plus me? Even as a child, I thought, “Wait, shouldn’t it be ‘with a hundred friends,’ not ‘as a hundred’?”
… That odd phrasing stuck with me for decades.


But now, I think I finally get it—or maybe I don’t. Either way, I’d still rather enjoy a rice ball alone than force myself to eat with a hundred people I hardly know.


Light and Reflection at Ritsurin Garden

  Last weekend, we visited Ritsurin Garden for its 2025 Autumn Evening Lighting event ( 令和7年栗林公園秋ライトアップ ). Ritsurin Garden is a strolling-st...