Minami Nishino the feel
of the smelly asphalt that changes every 3.4m the sky amidst the concrete
You cannot breathe? You, fool, it is because you aren't covering
your ears.
I can see a moving figure in that window (Surely I, too, am being seen.)
This is a place to sleep. This is a place
to return to. This is a place to operate.
the foundation and the (military/airforce) base
Could be the yearning itself
confining nature (but it is resilient and strong)
Residents across (from us) are yelling at each other (Tonight, too, it might go on for a
long time.) That smell, I really hate it.
Because I was born in Tokyo, I don't feel so special about “Tokyo”, but still
Inside of inside of inside of me
Grandma's bedtime story Catches my finger
this town
“on the river bank
at the edge of town” “in order to sell kids to a circus”
“A beggar is approaching.”
I, sound of
footsteps, cigarette smoke, miniature altar, sigh, a beggar, sound footsteps of a beggar
Clang clang clang Grandma's heart beat resembled
that of a gigantic ventilator
the feel of the smelly asphalt that changes every 3.4m the sky amidst the concrete
Five senses
I have seen long ago |