in tokyo

i don't understand
here
where the passion comes from
where the rage comes from
where it goes
and

where the love exists in between.

it's all so clean
and sterile
and muted

it's bright
and distracting
it covers up the lack of
fire
and life
in real.

no matter the city, you will always find me in a bookstore.

bright lights, ginza.

tokyo style.

it's easy to get lost in the crowd...

tokyo youth...

and then they grow up. salarymen on the prowl.

went to a cosplay cafe. don't ask, you don't wanna know.

store decor at a candle and soap store. again, don't ask.

i'm drawn to you, and yet...

(tokyo)