Vacuum
He hides in the shadows
feeling something
He breaks into the relationship between music and me with his magic props
performing in its gaps
The ID in the mirrored liquor candy is loaded into his mainframe
A new program without bugs starts running
I walked into his space that night
Immaculate wooden floors
Balcony with a view of the temple
Sometimes I feel like he’s a shop that doesn’t want to be known
Mainly in the business of making dream
devouring sanity
The young Japanese who take their guitars to karaoke just after work
A lonely person swaying around in a club due to drunkenness
Middle-aged men in suits waiting for the tram at 5 am on a Sunday morning
Sleepy teenager with pale fingers on the morning train
An expressionless tram employee holding a sign at a tram interchange
I didn’t get lost in the crowds of Tokyo
But lost its way in the lines of his palm