A gathering of filmmakers went on into the wee hours at this cozy izakaya in Asagaya. We were the only people left as last order for drinks was proclaimed. Just then a few regulars straggled in and one of them sat at the bar counter. Being a regular, he was given special treatment, but even before his drink was served, he had dozed off. That’s when the bar faerie came down and landed, dodging the “Z’s” emanating from this tired fellow. Staff snickered and waited for him to at least stir and notice his guest. A shift here, a nod there, but no reaction. Could he even see this magical creature? A shame really; a look of surprise would have made for better SNS posts….
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home