The Writer’s Desk (… imagine or remember …)
There is a set at a studio where when people have left, a figure appears, again and again …, listening to that silence.
I met some ghostlings at the park. They were hunting for oak marbles. Precious, precious.
It is called little Kyoto but somehow in some areas there are these houses that evoke Yokohama and the era before the world wars …
CINDERELLA (with a different end), a Ghost Story
A place that sings a quiet song.