Tokyo flat
A train passes, the cat sleeps, the noodles are still warm
A low wooden table holds an open notebook, a cup of instant noodles and a pair of headphones beside a battered cassette deck, while evening light comes through the balcony door onto tatami and a worn rug. Past the railing the neon of a narrow street glows under passing trains, and behind you a cat sleeps on a folded futon under a wall of postcards. It feels like the hour when you finally sit down and nobody needs anything from you.
City, Dusk, Overcast, Calm, Melancholy, Lonely, Neon, Lofi
In this room
- A journal: what you write stays in the room, and only the people you choose can read it.
- A sound of its own — rain, a fire, a radio station to leave playing.
- A clock that keeps your time.
- A window with the real weather where you are.
- A note for the day, where you will see it.
- Frames for your own photographs.
- An assistant that knows the room and what you keep in it.
- A shelf for your files.
- A lamp that turns the room from light to dark.
- Steam rises from a cup.
- The lamps give a soft glow.
- After dark the same room has a night of its own, with its own light.