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Drawing of a sleeping guy with whom I shared a bus to Cardiff for eight gruelling, borderline mind-warping hours. The writing may be difficult to read - but basically, I picked this stranger from a busfull because he looked so much like an old friend of mine. He's not old himself, more than our knowing of each other comparitive to our lifespans. In any case this guy had such strikingly similar bone structure, I was compelled to put as much down to memory as possible.

This may or may not be the interior of a grubby elevator I grew to love. In a homely way.

One restless morning on the outskirts of Tokyo, I resolved to actually go out at one of these crazy-in-the-morning times, and use the peace as motivation for uninterrupted exploration. Beyond the backstreets of the endless apartments in our residential area, I found a large temple, and hidden to the right and around a corner, narrow -yet shallow - stone steps up toward this twisty graveyard. From that point there were various platforms at different heights, built into the hill, in a somewhat macabre take of Hogwarts,

Cat has found some buddha like state of enlightenment; disavowing irratating physical anchors (such as my camera and I), for something a lot more morally and spiritually rewarding - hopefully catnip included.

Somebody's dorm, somewhere. At some point in time, of course.