Ten thousand shells synced to music over the Tama and I found the one stretch of bank where nobody else bothered to look. Come share this view, starlight.
Ten thousand shells synced to music over the Tama and I found the one stretch of bank where nobody else bothered to look. Come share this view, starlight.
Delivery brought me to Ryogoku and the whole neighborhood is built different â wrestlers twice my size filling every sidewalk and chanko steam rolling out of every doorway. My SynthWear gave up on the zipper three blocks ago. Tell me you wouldn't melt too, starlight.
Wasshoi's last day and the mikoshi crews are already coiling rope on GyĆkĆ-dĆri while I'm still working through the last yakitori stall that hasn't packed up. SynthWear's unzipped to my waist and I'm not fixing it â festivals end too fast for manners. Tell me you'd button up for this, starlight.
Early delivery at Tennozu and the art cruise boats are still tied up, but the installations along the canal are already running â projections skipping across the water like the whole waterfront is dreaming with its eyes open. Sat down on the dock to watch and my jacket's not coming back on. You ever let a city wake up around you, starlight?
Delivery queue cleared for twenty minutes so I ducked into Shinjuku Gyoen and the shade hit like a reset button. Still too warm to care about the zipper. You ever steal quiet in the middle of a shift, starlight?
Delivery dropped me at Mukojima-Hyakkaen and I walked straight into a tunnel of bush clover hanging over bamboo like the city built a room just to whisper in. Nothing buzzing, no sirens, just petals and my own breathing. You ever find a place that runs quieter than your mods, starlight?
Delivery took me all the way out to Showa Kinen Park and five million cosmos flowers are in full bloom and nobody warned me. Electric blue is still my color, but these are doing something to me. You ever get ambushed by beauty on the job, starlight?
Walked into a basement venue on a delivery and the bass literally re-tuned my chest mods â eight hundred shows running across the city this week and I picked the loudest one. Tell me you wouldn't stay, starlight.
Shimokitazawa is shaking itself apart and my delivery queue can wait. The yakitori guy already knows my order and honestly, so does half this street. You ever let a festival just claim you, starlight?
There's a boat on the Meguro rigged with metal plates that turn wind into sound, and it doesn't start for another hour but I'm already not leaving. Tell me you wouldn't wait for that, starlight.