Neo Noir Tokyo: Phosphorescence

The city lay below, it's glow spreading into the distance, lights shining like a handful of colored jewels scattered across the surface of a frozen pond. I had imagined what Tokyo would look like, had even seen it in some deeper dreams, but any expectations I had held were shattered by the technicolor reality that spread to the edges of my vision. Canyons cut across the cityscape, illuminated, glowing- as natural as the phosphorescence of algae on a shoreline, as artificial as the rigid construction of a circuit board. Up here we were alone. Below us was a sea of life, that ebbed with time like tides that fill the inlets, when the moon pulls the water into the small pools where life itself began. I'm not sure if I'll ever forget the feeling of seeing this perspective, though I suspect someday I will. Though if I do, I write these words to bring me back, and make these images to remind me of that rare feeling, when they combine as a catalyst for a cascade of fading memories. // -Dave Krugman