Tokyo (Aug-Sept)

I can't tell the difference between dream and reality, the streets full of colourful alien co-travellers, stuck in microcosms that I only momentarily encounter, like heavy raindrops in an endless tropical storm. Night showerers are shuffling in yukates in the ryokan, where I'm staying. I'm shooting MPEG backgrounds and foregrounds, waiting for the super-haze to steam off into the less flat afternoon, evening glow, then contemplating middle grounds to flip them beyond child's drawings. In the mornings drinking iced-coffee, eating mayonaise sandwiches and falling back out into endless discovery. When do you come back in? Not sure how to put this all together, I've got too much but not enough.