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November 03, 2005
THE FIFTY NINETH POEM
on my way back from kyoto to ogaki. i have a dense rush hour ride. people sleep n most craziest positions. and while reading. nobody is smiling suddenly. it must be japanese law. ouside of trains lots of smiling. inside train no smiling. people stare at me secretely. i am the only white again. great expierence. i like the local train a lot. it delivers pretty ordinary life observations. almost no interaction between people.
投稿者 agf : November 3, 2005 11:26 PM