what do you see?

While in London, Elsevier sucked my brain dry and I rarely dreamed. Here I dream again...a couple of nights ago I dreamed I was in a strange Japanese town with lots of foreigners around, and a few grey stone English pubs with signs hanging outside and everything. I went into one, sat at the bar and ordered a half of ale. It was fantastic, smooth, creamy, and not fizzy...last night the dream was of owning some kind of pet eel/cat/hamster being.



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Here's a poem which is printed on a cigarette vending machine at Tsudanuma railway station:

"Tobacco Vendor"

The infinite skies reflect the innocence in your eyes.
Your greenish hair flows as the wind blows from the ocean.
Waves and bubbles speak in riddle. In faraway forests in the wind evergreen branches whisper to you.
Breeze and ... caress the leaves and your pale ears hear the birds singing of the twilight dream.
You're lost in a sweet storm of a shimmering mosaic of flowers. What a kaleidoscope!
You're floating through the reaches of serenity, where time never slips away from your palm.
When people love mother nature, she in turn returns their love in full.