Ordinary Yet Unique Places

Survivors

In a world of...

Standardization

From a world of...

Normalization.

The price for longevity,

To become an individual

Tunnels of neon, extend their electric hallways, into the oncoming night, like an analog video game, in Tokyo

The sun’s neonized last rays, foreshadow the city’s, electric glitter sparkles, nobody cares to know, what I see, in this plain concrete wall, relic of the eighties

The shopping street (書店街) where nothing’s sold, that I fool myself into believing, but it’s everyone’s time, into labor, once marked by sunshine and sunset, now contorted into endless clock time, until…

Speeding, through the metropolis, the opposite momentum of the slowly fading day, electric dawn, mechanical ambitions, machines dreaming

Night descends as a steel moon eclipses the light pollution sky

Rainy season humidity, neon lights clash with last light, before mimicking the day, laughing away suppressed mirth, of an ailing Mother Earth

Street lights struggle, as the night world, sinks it’s dull fangs, into blue skies, in Hikone (彦根市)

Becoming one with the forest, not welcome at first but later, the forgone conclusion prevails, concrete whispers faintly, that is if your mind is tuned, to the sub octave music, that is of roots strangling iron

Leaving the land, blue envelope, ocean below, stratosphere trail, still under the mesosphere, jet engines mimicking, the wind’s song

Modernity, fading in the sun, hiding beneath by highways, becoming optical art, desperately trying not to be a commodity, these streets I walk

The last light of the day, the dawn of the neon, humidity survives, summer in the streets of, Tokyo