Spending a slow afternoon in the backstreets of Osaka proved a change from where I usually pass my slow afternoons, in the foothills of Kyoto. I couldn't help but think of energy and how it moves. On the surface, the natural world seems to move so slowly, yet the energy is so fertile, so ready to burst. Cities by contrast appear to really move, yet the energy lies stagnant, dying a quick death amidst all the tar and concrete.
On the turntable: Red House Painters, "Old Ramon"
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