StoryboardofLondon KaoriMaeda

I,asoneofthoseextras, scurryaroundyou. Projectorsreelfilms oneafteranother,recording aseamlessvolumeofyourhistory.

You,eversostill,standthereandwatch fast-forwardedimages,sometimessickening, capturingeverymotionfromeasttowest. Amongthestreamsofblurs,blueroundplaquesappear;

thoseoflegendsyouhaveproudlyraised.

Iknowtheothersideofyou. Whenthesunfadesout, younonchalantlysmugglein aherdofgrowlingdogshungryforfood, ravagingyourstreets,smudgingyourname. Inthedimlight,theymarktheirterritory, splashingpaints,screamingtheirnames; thoseunder-exposedprofligatesquatters.

Steppingonstubssmoulderingdanger, I,asapasser-byhurryhome, ashelterIhaveputtogether; mypast,myambition,mywill,mydevotion.

Lockingupallofmyyesterdays, Istepoutfromhome,intoascene wherepeoplestreaminandagainstthecurrent.

Iscreenyourstreets. Iscriptyourdays. AdustinyourlensImaybe. ClipstobecutImaybe. I,asIam,inMerryOldYou,

shootmydayswithyou.