Two men of Wright brothers’ appearance wearing goggles and hoods drew a curve in the early evening sky. Up in the air, they were flying a kind of glider without wings, which looked more or less like a bicycle. From a desolate, straight road, my friend and I were looking at them fly around.

At a shopping complex, my friend first picked up a knaggy, weird-shaped clockwork toy with a whole bunch of parts like spiral springs and screws. It was in fact just a bare body of components which apparently grows up physically. I picked one for myself, but soon I change my mind.

There was a voice whispering from somewhere not-too-distant. I strained to hear where it was coming from and found a cellar phone from beneath a pile of toys and groceries. The second I spoke into the phone, someone with an English accent responded and said in Japanese,“When the hell are you going to come and get me?”

I came back to the shop to return the toy. Unaccountably, the space had transformed into a totally different appearance. A pile of stuff they had on the counter was gone, though there were costly jewels displayed coldly by keeping plenty of distance between them. All the expressionless store clerks were wearing ball gowns.
By missing a cue, I blew over the place and made my way down the stairs and continued through the exit. The stairs turned into a red carpet halfway down, and the ruby red zone extended the range, and finally I turned up at a big cinema-lobby.
(12/09/02)