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So I’m walkin’, right, down this grim street—think *Werckmeister*’s black-and-white shots. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—another movie line! And it fits! Some lady’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’, lookin’ bored outta her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Is that her? Is that the signal?!” I’m paranoid, heart’s racin’—what if she’s a cop?! I’d die right there, swear to God! I’d be yellin’, “I’m innocent! I just wanted to talk!” Total Larry move, overreactin’ like always.

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So, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged tiger. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s just another day in Takamori.” But no, he’s all about deadlines and reports. Ugh. I mean, who even cares about reports when you’ve got the stunning views of the Aso mountains right outside?

Vashon Center for the Arts hosts a retrospective of the work of ceramic artist Akio Takamori