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Puddle of body fluids.

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The definition of my species.

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Into the shadows of trees.

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Setting behind this cooling road, the sun drained power from me and other machines. We stand exhausted and blue.

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Blow out a witch cloud.

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Born with light bone structure.

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In the dream it was behind a hill.

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Today I refuse, tomorrow I refuse.

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Men turning into monuments.

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For those lost autumns.

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Roads like ropes, wells like harpoons. Who could claim ownership or receive this as an artifact.

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The instrument made me as its master.

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An empty plate, a sooty fireplace and worn out cutlery. I will consume my hands tonight, in remembrance of my deeds.

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Endless time, endless possibilities.

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Try to understand the conductivity of skin and dance in the rhythm of the receptors underneath.

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Isolation of planets, islands and bodies. Exposure to rays, waves and spells.

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Heavy hands.

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Structure of a structure.

Sour orange light (Kyoto L)

Second visit to Kyoto's Arashiyama. Last time was in April. The amount of tourism was not too much this time and for a moment I heard noises not generated by human kind. It's 20 minutes straight train ride from nearby of my home. A train of one car.

The highlight was ukai (cormorant) -fishing. While totally a show for tourists, as a glimpse to the ways of the past it was interesting. Violently birds dive after their instincts while men drum the fish awake. Rope reels the lucky ones in to vomit the catch in the sour orange light of a crackling lantern. But the sky is smooth and river warm.