Tree blazed up in Eiheiji

Two foxes

A train journey. An ocean of petals crashing its foam on my eyes, drunk with blossoms and tiredness, jetlag distorts my perception and makes my whole body so sleepy and yet it is all so sharp. Blades of sun bouncing from mirroring glass-windows, ricochet of beams crossing the air and hitting the ever green of old houses and temple roofs, shimmering modern buildings with sparkling chromes—In Tokyo station a very thick noise made of countless voices, announcements, steps, chats, escalators, electronic girly voices, a million steps, an unbearable racket fills the thick space. Signs like flowers in the wind, whirling and falling all around.
I am one of them.