The Unintentional Orchestra

It is hot, the humidity is what does it. The sound of wheels on wet pavement, and the bustle of a nearby intersection are audible, but ignorable, laying the groundwork for the trains that pass by. A light breeze comes and goes, a small crescendo before fading off. The classical piano music drifts in from somewhere up above, always the same song. Exotic , but off key notes make their way through the walls. The final sounds are the faint clicking of a keyboard before it all goes quiet, until it repeats again.

Chris Locke and the Whole Canned Chicken.

As was requested by Tyler Waters. This is the temple near my house. I will have more on the history of it later.

Graffiti near Nippori Station. A statue near Nippori Station

The metro near my apartment. I took this to show the immensity and scale of some of the structures compared to Victoria.

I think the police bikes look like some sort of movie prop.

Pooh-san in our bed. It is unfortunate that he is able to fit in it, I can not.