But the coloured lights fooled you. The lights were wonderful. There ought to be a monument to the man who invented neon lights. Fifteen stories high, solid marble. There’s a boy who really made something out of nothing.
- Philip Marlowe, The Little Sister (1949) by Raymond Chandler.
Summer 2007. Aomori, Japan. I stand on the plains of northern Honshū. The lights are out, the houses and farms all asleep.
Underfoot, the slow crunch of stones on the sun-baked path, tingles my ears and slippered feet. We wander into a small orchard. The leaves on the apple trees rustle against our skin. I hold her closer. City boy, city boy, where have you gone?
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I even felt relieved, though that was more to do with escaping the confines of a twelve hour flight. Most of me – the important parts at least – was still back in Japan.
Two years worth of memories were waiting to be dug up and flung across the web. Here’s hoping my Necronomicon is shipped over safely.
Seikō
