The Pink Peach stands out amongst the Tokyo sprawl. Whatever may be the function of that tower on it’s roof, the colour itself is reason enough to keep this building longer than I expect it will last. One wonders whether it may be connected with the red of the Keikyu line. Such harmony cannot be a coincidence.?
"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"