The Afterglow of Nara Dreams
My head is still humming with the low frequency of last night’
Japanese Aesthetic
Concrete Hearts and Steam-Washed Silk
My life is a sequence of hard angles: the brutalist geometry of
Ephemeral Bloom
The city exhales static. A dissonance of frequencies clinging to the silk
Ephemeral Resonance
The probability of encountering a sustained gaze in this city is 0.
