Unlike the deliberate movements of the ancient ticket seller in Narai Station, the hands of the young guy in Tokyo Station move like a spider on a hot skillet...
...the woman sitting next to me on the Shinkansen is incidentally tapping her foot in rhythm to the Furry Lewis song on my iPod...
...guy next to me on the Kyoto subway, tracing a universe with his hands. He's either practicing sign language, or he's a ninja, working through the 'Kuji-in' in an attempt to become invisible, public invisibility being a common goal for the Japanese commuter...
On the turntable: "Princess Nicotine: Folk And Pop Sounds Of Myanmar (Burma) Vol. 1"
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