[Rain on stone and packed earth, insistent and heavy - the kind that drives straight down from the sky and bounces back up as if it strives to reach the clouds again. It's almost deafening, the sound of it - echoing against rock - and for a while there is nothing to interrupt its erratic rhythm. Then there's the scrape of shoe on stone and a voice ( Read more... )

Kiba-san, Target-san.

The islands look the same to me. It's still raining. The place is a mess.

One of the barns lost a door. There's a few dead animals but most of them are alive.

The dead ones are still fresh enough for meat.