I Dream of Kobe (4/10/04)
The skylights of a dozen, hundred, thousand, million lights stare back at me through the tinted-glass window of the car. It's a familiar skyline since each of those lights is generated through a fascimile of the General Standard Lightbulb-01, attached to the balcony of a General Standard Apartment Block A, in the dreariest, copy-and-pasted-est, most cliched part of the city.
It's a welcome sight.
Then I see it: four immensely bright lights, standing out in the ocean like stars in the night, floating on a sea of black. Immediately, my mind paraphrases Johnny Depp 'I Know Those Lights'
I'm home again.