Love this.
Saw it on the way home tonight walking down the alley near my house — the one I’ve walked down for over seven years.
I looked up at the second floor of this apartment building and there they were — a bunch of books stacked willy-nilly against the window. Absurd because this is a $2 million+ apartment. Two million dollars. No bookshelf.
"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
Sparrow Noise
Birthday walk home
"Dear Cigarettes"