Desperately Seeking Fan

Dear Fan,

We've had some good times and now I have to move on and leave you behind. But fear not, you're moving to a new home, one not so far as your new owner coincidentally lives on the other side of Gotanda. Don't be scared. They'll be nice to you.


Do you remember the slightly delayed start we had when Nova supplied me with a broken button-less fan and claimed that was good enough? And imagine my surprise when I arrived home one night to find you all packaged waiting for me.

Do you remember that time in the heat of the humid summer I woke up about to spontaneously combust and you, on your highest setting, saved my life?

Do you remember that time I tripped and my tie got caught in your blade and you choked me?

Good times.

So thank you, fan, I'll never forget the three summers in Tokyo we had together. I remember every detail. The Japanese wore gray, you wore blue.

And if, one day, I skip past some wind turbines and feel a gust of cool air, I'll think of you and wonder how you are.