Japan is still — and will long be — a country of ghosts and of gods, which is partly why it still remains so far from the larger world in so many (often costly) ways, even in the midst of its mismatched, globalized surfaces. Fantasy is everywhere here, but that does not make for any less realism—and surrender to what is more deeply beyond understanding. While so many elsewhere are talking about the disaster in terms of ifs and buts, most of my friends in Japan seem much less distractible. Everything is uncertain, and none of us will last for long: that part didn’t change at all three years ago.