Nowadays, everyone is looking down, checking out their iPhones. I guess they don't want to miss anything.

April 1st, 2014, 1pm

It was 16°C with clouds and visibility OK. The breeze was gentle.

Actually, they miss everything. The other day, I realized on the Sobu Line that the clouds were beautiful. But I was the only one who was looking up.

Baudelaire, a French poet of “flaneur,” writes about “The Stranger” who hates everything but clouds “up there…up there (la-bas… la-bas),” the ultimate form of freedom. As a flaneur, it is said that Baudelaire walked around the city all day and all evening, absorbing everything with his senses, and wrote all night in his room. Would Baudeliare have used an iPhone? Maybe. But then he would have never been able to leave those strange poems.

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Shu Kuge

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