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Taking the train into the city, it was an ordinary Sunday midday in the Chiba suburbs…
Was there a cloud in the sky composed of clocks, floating over the Net cafe “Hot Heart” displaying the time of 1:36 PM? Probably not…
As I stared out the bus window, slightly groggy from lack of sleep, the guard was standing at his post…
the bicycle was parked by the half open door…
a place to cross the street, but no one in sight…
the plan for a new construction project, perhaps someone will stop to read it…
then, a single passer-by…
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