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Into the aVoid

Yokohama Station. 9:00 a.m.

Standing in the center of the hustle and bustle, a fly on the wall in the shift and shuffle.

Grown man, blue raincoat. Running like a chicken with its head cut off. Swerving in-and-out of the rush hour crowds while screaming at the top of his lungs.

Staring at the tottering drunk spitting out his breakfast as passersby pass blindly by…until a woman with headphones, who takes them off, slows down and gives him a packet of tissues.

And he, for a moment surprised to his senses, able to thank her small act of kindness (but she’s already long lost gone).

Faces good bye, a wink of an eye. Waves after waves of unheard soundtracks.

We’re all moving so fast, without real direction; our paths influenced by complete strangers.

I need this space to relax.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   Comments Off   9 March, 2009   Tags: Yokohama Station

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