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He is sitting outside a cafe called Fast, reading slowly, in a city that never stops, on a street that is going nowhere. He has figured something out.

The road ahead is blurred not because it is unclear, but because you are not there yet.

This bowl was photographed before it was eaten. The photograph will outlast the memory of the taste. That is the era we live in.

The slope was named to be remembered. The people who named it are completely forgotten. The slope remains.

In two hundred years, one of these buildings will be a museum and the other will be a ruin. We do not yet know which is which.

MacBook: $1,500. Iced latte: $18. Looking like you have your life together in a hotel lobby: priceless.

This meal will be forgotten. Or it will be the one you remember most. There is no way to know yet.

Napolitan has nothing to do with Naples. That is why it belongs so completely to Japan.

One bowl. One hour. One less problem.

Every ingredient arrived at the bowl from a different dimension and decided to stay.