: coming to into silence, a gray and ready, larval morning; the occasionally sweep from the front room curtains against the floor; Super Soya train into Sapporo, the one unreserved car overwhelmed; stuffy and difficult to breathe in the here; Lucinda Williams, "Words Fell"; book shopping, Junot Diaz: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Jao, Haruki Murakami: Underground, J.R.R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion, as well as some Japanese grammar books; a band festival or competition; school kids with brass instruments in matching track suits; a coffee while reading the Middle-Earth creation myth; a world developed out of music and vision; the raw food café is closed; record shops, clean and orderly, jazz LPs, American and British rock, have an urge for Peggy Lee; the spines remind me of used CD days; Korean, spicy pork; the cook and I chat about the books I bought; clothing stores, new slip-on Vans for school, a hobby and tobacco shop with Halloween masks and military paraphernalia in the windows; Pete’s Bar for a beer before heading home; run into E. on our bikes; back from welcome party, camping on Shikotsu-ko; a fluorescent and peach sunset; J. and I for soup curry.
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