Tokyo Murmurings: Street Photography

Photographies of a nocturne Tokyo, recalling the whispers of the megalopolis, between alleys, and imposing neon and visual elements that make you want to get lost in the streets of this city so uni…

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Happiness and silliness on a dreary morning.

If it doesn’t pour rain, skate park at 7 am? I’m drinking coffee, watching silly T.V. shows on a big comfy couch with my lover. Cloud filled sky and our tired eyes; early risers today: 4 AM.

Unsure of what to write about but smile nevertheless and jot digital scribbles.

She’s looking through the “free” section on craigslist..

Micro-Fibre love seat. It looked rather odd.

She’s hit major scores lately though

52 inch TV…

Beautiful stained wood vanity type dresser…

House is looking wonderful!

On my 4th cup of coffee now. I’m a fiend for the beans from awakening to coffee as desert after dinner. It’s a bittersweet addiction; sometimes a cause of anxiety… It reminds me of chocolate; even though I drink it black. Yum.

“Are we supposed to do anything today?” I ask her.

Not that I know of…

🙂

She’s stroking my face with her feet.

“This is how I’d love you if I had no hands”.

Sips coffee*

Nowhere Fast (Practically I need to Focus) – Nina Yin / Goodnightnina; slam poetry reading.

Going nowhere fast / barefoot miles on glass

Burning coals / completely submerged

Yearning Growth.

……

Practically I need to Focus

Become the most observant person /

Constantly earning / learning / serving the people

With the substance of light / which is….

The light

 

Nina

Teacup. A zen story.

Ikkyu, the Zen master, was very clever even as a boy. His teacher had a precious teacup, a rare antique. Ikkyu happened to break this cup and was greatly perplexed. Hearing the footsteps of his teacher, he held the pieces of the cup behind him. When the master appeared, Ikkyu asked: “Why do people have to die?”

“This is natural,” explained the older man. “Everything has to die and has just so long to live.”

Ikkyu, producing the shattered cup, added: “It was time for your cup to die.”