On Friday

On a Friday night, there is nothing better than seeing a multitude of souls making their way into Tokyo train stations; they resemble a military parade; people of all ages, marching conjointly in ethereal grace while unnoticeable accompanying each other, walking altogether, at the same rhythm and speed as if merging in the same dimension for a brief moment.

Walking all together and yet towards different destinies. An act so simple and yet so exquisite. And in this crowd, I quietly merge while feeling people’s warm, their movements, and tried listening to what they communicate with their silence. On Friday, we merge with each other, melting into the immortal essence of us.