How many people pay attention to their shadow? Sometimes so clear and sure, sometimes nothing but a wispy hint. For some reason, I started noticing today as I walked home from work. The street lamps painting a dramatic silhouette on the rough gravel.
I saw a tall, masculine shadow beside mine, but when its master walked past, I realized “he” was a small Japanese lady much shorter than I was.
Shadows make me think of Plato’s Cave. About shadow puppets. About Game of Thrones and how a small man can cast a large shadow.
"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