: It was so sure upon wake up. History repeats itself but not in a cyclical recycling as proposed but in a way more similar to skipping questions on a test and having to go back to fill in the blanks. No matter where you go, there you are. A quick wolfing of a meal consisting of tentacles and cabbage before seeking the warmth of the public bus. Using the grill as a plow against coffee ice cream slush. Near accident from a cream colored boxy car, swerving on ill-defined lanes and a desperate attempt at making a right. Cuban Film Festival meeting with a mohito and my yearly calendar. The lights of the outbound train board were blank like “No bets today”. Crowds developed, each unit on their own cell phone. 岩見沢駅へ何ですか。Track 7 alights in green and orange. A snowy night for Cranes: Particles & Waves. But Kita-Hiroshima is not a station I recognize. This is the wrong train. I’m headed for the airport. Run through the metal tunnel and wait in a strange town for a ride back to Sapporo. Tama meets me and we sit in another train for it to move. But the Super Kamui is waiting on the otherside and that is a pony worth its penny.
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