I’m a city boy.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Red Carpet.
The little drummer cat.
Gloom.
Shine a light.
At The Moos’.
I stepped out of Shibuya Station and joined a gathering crowd seeking shelter from what I thought was a heavy downpour. Then I noticed more and more people around me taking photographs, getting excited, and I realized it was not rain that was falling.
It was snow. Falling faster and heavier by the minute.
Thank you, Tokyo, for making my last night here unforgettable. I’ve waited three years for this.
About
34, male and very Cancerian. Often irascible, even if he is prescient to his emotions. Lives for the resonance of beautiful passages, cinematic magic and aural bliss. Dabbles in fiction writing, photography, sketching and daydreaming in his free time, even though he is paid to do just those in a professional capacity.
He is, in other words, quite a geek.
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