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Taronyasbub
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Looking down over Tokyo Metropolitan Route 405, the Sotobori Loop Line, from the Yaesu Central Exit of Tokyo Station. Through orderly canyons of partitioned offices, people and cars flow in disciplined procession. Beyond, a ribbon of light stretching toward Ginza bleeds into the night air. Once, a courtesan asked: is kamaboko made from fish? She knew. She knew it all — and chose to pretend otherwise. The countless people flowing below are feigning ignorance too. Of the contradictions in the system, the fragility of the facade, the true nature that lies in wait at the end of the street. When the poised backs of Yaesu are drawn into the lights of Ginza, vanity, intoxication, and layers of emotion intertwine beneath the membrane of pretense. The collective agreement to feign ignorance is what holds this structure together. That kamaboko is made from fish — everyone already knows.
