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[furuigakko]

my window fan, held in place by two jerry-rigged wires, is already out and running, and it's only the eighth of may. i already know the kind of restless nights that will fill this summer. lying still under the hot air, heavy with my displaced dreams, while listening to the same jerry-rigged fan jostle them about the room, until quietly slipping into the night to climb upwards, never to be seen again.

this heat stirs up nostalgia of japan- eager to ride tandem on fixed gear bikes through rice fields, laughing as twilight lingers on forever.