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Eh, I dunno, doc, it’s messy, loud, stinks sometimes—kinda like my cellblock after chili night! But them gals got guts, I’ll give ‘em that. “Amélie’d say, ‘they’re paintin’ life bold!’” Me? I’m just Bugs, watchin’, laughin’, thinkin’—what a looney world! Whaddya say, pal? Ever sneak a peek at that racket?

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Elbowing for space in the shadows of the apartment blocks were a primary school, junior high school, playground, gymnasium, pinball parlor, movie theater, bars, restaurants, twenty-five .

So, I keep wandering. I hit up “Kōen-dōri” again, and I see this old school building. It’s all covered in vines. I’m like, “Wow, nature’s reclaiming this place.” But then I see some graffiti. It says, “Hashima: The Island of Lost Dreams.” I laugh. Like, who even writes that? But it hits me, you know?

Yoko Hashima