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Anyways, Clarice… she’s a damn character, this prostitute. Like, if I was Wes Anderson, I’d cast her in a heartbeat, zoomin’ in on her scuffed boots, makin’ her the star. “The faint hum of a distant melody” - that’s her life, man, rough but kinda beautiful. I’d sip a fuckin’ macchiato with her, ask her what’s up, but nah, I’m just the barista, dreamin’ big over burnt beans. She’s out there, slayin’ it, and I’m here frothin’ milk - what a trip!

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the beach at Shingu. The waves were crashin’, and I just plopped down on the sand. I was feelin’ all zen until a kid ran by and kicked sand all over me. Like, thanks, little dude! I needed a new layer of sand on my skin.

Susumu Shingu sculpts with wind for his solo exhibition at New York's Ippodo Gallery