BINDER
Compose
A dialogue at dawn
It is summer night, and like a ghost I walk lightly through the deserted streets of Kyoto. It is incredibly cool, as if the night is exempt from seasonal rhythms. I go to the river and look eastward, it is already vaguely clear but it is barely three in the morning. The early morning hours, when one is awake and alert, pass quickly. At half past four the sky is crystal clear, but still you can see "that one star". To the left is the usual saucer-shaped cloud. I don't see the sun but a crow flyin...