Dusted trails, too temporal in this holy city blew up and down. Coating the frozen cranes; statues to the art of survival. Reflecting the artificial brightness of beauracratic order, the flowing water offered a tranquil constancy to subsume too mighty shifts of human action. A ridiculous expansiveness of influence of which a proliferation of the glowing green and blue “Family Mart” was but one tell-tale sign. A twenty four hour temple to the instant, to whim and unfounded desire.

Side by side the vending machine and fox, key in hand- to the rice store, hoping for a good harvest, this other glowing symbol of over- abundance. Hard work or lack of it, how could these bodies, muscles, strength all be gainfully worked? Tightened hamstrings, sitting in trains waiting for the kaetai.

A glowing that distracts the mind yet tempts the eye. A Density necessary with such mountains

All these people doing stuff. Its horrifying and wonderfully astonishing-the collective time in the world.