Walking with my shadow.
February 3rd, 2014, 9pm
It was 16°C with nil significant cloud. The breeze was brisk.
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.
About perception.
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Conversations, World Affairs, Culture
"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.
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The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
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film, edit
Editing is interpreting.
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The Riddle of Steel.
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Commutes, Cities, Underground
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
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Reve, japan, Centre commercial piscine
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
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Urban Nature, birds
Sparrow Noise
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City walks
Birthday walk home
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Dead Letter, Addiction
"Dear Cigarettes"
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