girl in tama / chiyoda

brick road, perfectly square

theres families here, I haven't seen them anywhere else

i stared at the photo spots
carriages and chariots
dreamscapes and pastel colours
and when it was my turn to shoot an image
I took them empty
I'm reserving them for you
I'll leave them empty for you

i could sleep for the rest of these two weeks
i almost do

I wander the chiyoda streets in pastel colours
under the Christmas lights
I feel like a child, but not in a good or bad way
I'm tired
I'm chewing on grape mints to keep me alive
I'm not too cold
I'm okay
I'm happy

the battery on my camera died
so you'll have to take my word for it when I say the garden on the way to the imperial palace was nice

salarymen on the yurakucho line watching tokusatsu on their phone
I come back early to the hotel
and I sleep with my arms scratched up and bleeding

[the complete photo collection for this day has genuinely mysteriously vanished from my computer, like it had never even happened]

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