From dusk till dawn, from Tokyo to Fukuoka passing from Osaka, the Japanese outskirt's landscape always looks similar to itself. In the endless suburbia the clean little cars, the silent streets, the precise order of the parking lots, the colors of the neon lights. Everything is functional to an ordinary and tidy life, which slowly open their eyes and that rarely breaks down, not even for the violent earthquake that hits Osaka in one of these early mornings. In a cinematic experience, I wandered in the wee small hours, while the summer sunrise bright is approaching fast, trying to catching the suspension of a precious time that gives itself to few.
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