Itako city, midnight.
Healing heroes, high winds.

Monorails and moonlight madness.
Night people pondering around night shops.
Blue lovers, a romantic mood.

Shared rooms.
All kinds of dancing.
Confident people.

Insomniacs. Insomnia.

Starlight hours. Starlux airlines.
Swimming across the pacific.

Nine postcards.
Rest.
On ruins.
Friday the 13th.



Gallery openings for a generic world.
Same 500 people.

Runways, stolen icons.
Stray cats, real people.

Breakdown and inbetweeners.
People, butterflies, mosquitoes.
Mannequins in love.



Breakfast. Broadcasts.
Car radios.

Chaise lounges, checking emails.
Clouds and computers.
Commuting.

Outlets, objects and occasions.
Staplers, stock exchange.
Climbing walls.



A dining room of athletes‘ village,
Tokyo olympics 1964.

French elevators.
Wending machines and video-stores.
Screen tests, short attention spans.
Cool kids with home movies.

Cop shows, Cocktail lovers.
Commercials. Menus
Medication, meditation.

Evening shuttles. Unfamiliar highways.
Queuing at the supermarket.
Non stop people watching.
Activity freaks.



Atatürk airport, Istanbul.
Airport furniture, absent people.
Late night snacks.
Low luxury.

Traveling minds.
Troubled machinery.
Fragments from the inside.



Fragile.
Forever.

The devine, the dusted.
The hard of thinking.
Words perhaps.

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