Dream Trading in Tokyo…
I am in the heart. I am in the middle of a boat called megapolis.
My feelings changed towards the city I once called “my bride.” I wonder — what changed?
Crossing the infamous streets, I used to look up in awe… it used to feel like flowers of human imagination sprung off concrete boxes that pierced the sky. Roads spread across the ever-floating island like lines of haiku. (I read them during my lonely walks). Light of scarce neon signs, a reminder of once economic miracle…
