I am standing on the platform at Ichigaya Station. Old men are sitting on yellow crates and fishing in the Sumida River. We are waiting together in Tokyo.

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I am standing on the platform at Ichigaya Station. Old men are sitting on yellow crates and fishing in the Sumida River. We are waiting together in Tokyo.
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"There was a smell in the house; it had always been there. It belonged to time and the salt air and the entropic nature of expensive houses built too close to the sea. Perhaps it was also peculiar to places briefly but frequently uninhabited, houses opened and closed as their restless residents arrived and departed. She imagined the rooms empty, flecks of corrosion blossoming silently on chrome, pale molds taking hold in obscure corners. The architects, as if in recognition of eternal processes, had encouraged a degree of rust; massive steel railings along the deck had been eaten wrist-thin by years of spray."
"The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion… one would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of light in it." -Emil Cioran
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