tonari no kyaku wa yoku kaki kuu kyaku da.

or, the customer next to me is eating a lot of persimmons

we are in japan. it is the land of sliding wooden doors and flip-book advertisements on subway tunnel walls. it forms the perfect synthesis of provincial and providential. the toilet seats are heated and they shoot jet streams of water at your butt on demand. the people speak to you as if you fully understand every word because they feel ashamed not to. and they are absolutely obsessed with coffee shops.


i will post pictures as soon as i can.



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