leaving.

breathe in the future, breathe out the past.

behind the curtain.

rooftop conversations under the english flag.
clear black blend whiskey band.
monkey trouble.
the splitting ceremony of the magestic pecan tart.
twenty-eight degrees celcius.
the obvious reconstruction of the gonpacho restaurant scene.
one mysteriously broken coffee table.
donkey hotel and hidden cheaper detergent.
darts in electrical sockets.
storytales of brazillian lsd christmas dinners.
life plans and george orwell over coffee.
gifts in painted paper bags from kyoto.
licking a ten thousand dollar tuna.
des cahiers de sake; des nouvelles resolutions.

Score!

Digging through piles of crap at a vintage store in Tokyo, I found the ultimate treasure;
A black, vintage Pink Floyd '87 World Tour t-shirt.
Without the traditional Floyd prism on the front.
Googled up an image of the t-shirt. Couldn't find mine.

WONDERFUL.

Many thanks, Amida Nyorai.

The beach, digging for seashells, on the first of february.
Inner peace, with mount Fuji straight ahead.
Amida Nyorai's good fortune (we touched his insides).
Giga-apples and ten sticky fingers.
Sweet goldfish.
1 kg of caramel popcorn and stolen loaves.
Nothing sweeter than pink lemonade refills.
The modern kind of ''BFF'' bracelets.
''Let's not wash the temple off our wrists''.
Epiphany while you were sleeping.