His father named every dog in the house after a car brand, so the one he grew up with was called Mitsu, short for a Japanese manufacturer. The post about losing that dog is the reason to be here, and it includes a running game whose name translates out of his own language as heaven and earth.
The rest is a young person writing about whatever they find interesting. What music actually is, and why a song in a language you cannot understand still works on you. A review of a very famous novel. The gap between generations, and being told by older relatives how lazy technology has made everybody.
One post argues for saving toward retirement without living like a pauper or waiting on a lottery ticket, which is a sensible middle position almost nobody takes.
Fourteen posts, plainly written by somebody outside the English speaking world.
Read the one about the dog.