Alley: Finding Your Own Equilibrium
By
Garrett MacLean
Alley and I met at Faro Cafe in Shibuya at 2 p.m. on a drizzly mid-July afternoon. She had texted en route that she had a hard stop in an hour as she’s got another meeting to attend. When I arrived, she was already waiting, leaning back against the cafe’s street-side glass window. Despite the time constraints, she moved through the conversation unhurried, tracing her upbringing, identity, career, and future. Slow-spoken throughout, she embodied a sort of internal equilibrium—telling, given how little I saw her lean forward the entire time.
