Hana-Bi

Running away from the brutality of the great urban centers

is like if I hurl a baseball while holding the tips of a pipe.

Together the untied fogos of artifice are being confused by a truck

and suffer a tumble. This curious fact tries to mount one meaning for its small parts.

The duality is the proper capitalist model, enter necessities and construct obfuscations.

Consume the facts, rescue the heroic form for another one,

Parcel out the pessimism, but of another kind, the spiritual kind,

and you have the limits of this world.