Artifact of helping hands, just enough to correct a mistake.
September 1st, 2013, 7pm
It was 30°C with few clouds. There was moderate breeze.
This aging restaurant in my trying-to-modernize-to-ride-the-SkyTree-wave neighborhood is closing its doors after what must be decades of business. The announcement is this message, its impersonal tone counter-balanced by the neat handwriting and careful taping.
Countless passerbys must have corrected the kanji in their minds - 突.
Other moments in Tokyo
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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"
in Tokyo, Japan