seven hours more, the trains move further south.

we pass through cities that make me think of food: kobe, osaka, itozaki.

a bridge stretches across the bay to the east, suspended and dark. hung with cables, it is enormous.

i sleep now next to the water and ferries pass this channel in the night.

glowing softly with a light contained within, they are like insects in the summer, drifting silently in the darkness.