i think of the liner notes for perfect days. i stopped reading when the writer thought hirayama's bonsai trees were flowers. how obtuse. i mean the whole film is about trees in the city, making pictures of sunlight through the leaves and dreaming of them at night. and bringing tiny saplings in to his simple apartment to grow into more little trees.

this morning i saw them building a road through the green space that used to be wetland. and then i saw a guy taking pictures on the opposite side and i thought he's not taking pictures for the sake of komorebi, or dreaming. all the parks will be developments. i fear for the trees.