( via nightcafe / via )

"The film is set in a Tokyo preparing for the 2020 Olympics..."

"The Railway Junction

From here through tunnelled gloom the track
Forks into two; and one of these
Wheels onward into darkening hills,
And one toward distant seas.

How still it is; the signal light
At set of sun shines palely green;
A thrush sings; other sound there’s none,
Nor traveller to be seen –

Where late there was a throng. And now,
In peace awhile, I sit alone;
Though soon, at the appointed hour,
I shall myself be gone.

But not their way; the bow-legged groom,
The parson in black, the widow and son,
The sailor with his cage, the gaunt
Gamekeeper with his gun,

That fair one, too, discreetly veiled –
All, who so mutely came, and went,
Will reach those far nocturnal hills,
Or shores, ere night is spent.

I nothing know why thus we met –
Their thoughts, their longings, hopes, their fate:
And what shall I remember, except –
The evening growing late –

That here through tunnelled gloom the track
Forks into two; of these
One into darkening hills leads on,
And one toward distant seas."

—Walter de la Mare via @nigeness via @amjuster

Who Killed Cock Robin.

"Back in my Moscow days, anti-cafes (антикафе) were all the rage. You were charged for the time you spent at the cafe, not for individual drinks and snacks. They also had board games, video games, instruments, and books. My favorite, Tsiferblat (clock face), had a cool, improvised, slightly bohemian atmosphere, a bit like a Budapest ruin bar." —@pjkinville

Birth.