More poetry from the master: e.e. cummings.

but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?
)Love

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All photos taken in Shibuya at night over the past 2 weeks. Now, what the hell am I doing still awake? I worked for 13 hours today.

Paid the deposit on the ticket for my first trip back to Australia in 2 years... 100 sleeps to go.

Went to an incredible contemporary taiko performance in Haijima last night. Photos and links (regan!) to come.

Please check out these incredible photos from another master, Steve McCurry. I want to be him. Or at least, his camera assistant.