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Next I recall it was broad day as he led me up from the maze of the subway. There were drums and ghetto blasters playing. Thunderclouds were piling lavishly.
I couldn’t have said what day it was but the weekend was humming on the Jindu-bashi.
With the cos-play kids, it was somehow as if they were both there and not, in their other dimension.
They shoaled and skittered, and preened for the cameras, but silently, neither friendly nor otherwise; they moved through a different element, breathing through their nose bandannas.
Everywhere I looked there was something beautiful.
Tartans, bandages and bells.
page 141A girl held a rabbit in her fake-fur embrace and their small neat features twitched in synchrony.