言葉に表せない
kotoba ni arawasenai. “ineffable, inexpressible”
I walked home through a part of to n where not many people from the city regularly go, save those who live there, or are just driving through. The moon was full, and there was a ring (not done justice by the photo below) of light surrounding it, the circumference of which seemed to spread for miles and miles across the sky.
Walking through the darkened alleys and streets, coming to dead ends to find abandoned buildings looming ominous with gaping black entrances, seeming to house entities I was not yet prepared to meet, I felt equal parts fascinated and apprehensive. The feeling was almost eerie.
The moon, the randomly lit aparment windows and sense of consciousness still aware in the sleeping, darkened night. Books and video cassettes piled high against glass, backlit by a soft, orange glowing light, obscuring second-floor windows. Tiny alleys. Buddhist temples. Massive factories and strange figures passing by. A cop using his loudspeaker to address me as I jaywalk across an empty street..
(Thanks for stopping by. If you missed the last Japan Photo Blog, Vol. 60: “私のボロボロな町 (My beat up city),” you can find that here.)
~KafkA
Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as Facebook and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)
