highwire
I love this urban jungle. I love the lines and the reflections, the calm and the contradictions.

I love the people. A boy, not more than seven, got on the bus alone and sat in front of me. In a backwards glance, his curious eyes spoke to me. I thought, we're not all that different, he and I. Alone, confident but careful, jaded, young. He was too small even see out the window but when the driver called his stop he leapt for the button and left the bus in long, quick strides.

I love the pets. Who'd have thought Japan would give me even an inkling of the slightest affection for small dogs? Stupid Lucky, that rat dog yesterday, terriers, dachunds and corgies, I think I may actually *not hate* them now. In fact, I rather think Corgies and Shibas are excellent little dogs. The rest I will do the liberty of not joking about kicking. But the clothing... oh, please. There's ONE dog that looks good in clothes and that's a long-haired daschund, simply for the misproportioned body and anthropomorphic face. In the drizzle saw a person walking their raincoat-clad golden retriever. NO DOGS NEED CLOTHES, under ANY circumstances but especially not dogs of that size.

I especially love the things that make me angry.

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