They say the Japanese are inscrutable. Well, it’s only fitting then that from such a people would be born such a place as ROBOT RESTAURANT.
I’m sure others have expounded on the why of ROBOT RESTAURANT. I’m sure others have attempted to scrutinize this place so entirely devoid of logic or context, thematic sensibility or flow. I will not do that. I will not try to explain anything. For great art is inexplicable, arising simply from divine inspiration or insane genius.
In that vein, it is clear that ROBOT RESTAURANT came not from committee — no, that would be impossible. For to suggest committee would be to imply rationality, cohesion, and, perhaps, humanity.
“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.” — Artistotle
ROBOT RESTAURANT is — if anything — an undiluted chaos algorithm born from a singular, mad brain.
I present my notes from the evening:
ARiSE COFFEE ROASTERS
"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