platform

Magic has dried up.

wok

Cheap postmodernism to take away.


And Yasai Ramen is my new best friend.

light

I am so tired of discussing with people.
Nobody wants to listen anymore.
So from now on I'll let shades of emotions speak for me.

light

So everybody appears to be happily moving on.
As for me, I seem to be trapped in this alternate universe of mine.
Here I am, hopelessly knocking on the looking glass.
Can you see me?

train

I am a scratch on a dirty window.
I am an uncanny vision on an alternate world.
Don't talk to me, I wouldn't know what to say.

afternoon

That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.

train

Grande Raccordo Anulare is war. Train is love.
And, after one week of train, I've already got a tingling sensation in my heart.

coach

Back in the city.
Ah, new home.
More to follow.