Walking on a street in a residential suburb in northern Osaka, I looked up at the balconies of a large apartment complex.
One small red tricycle caught my eye, it made me wonder if a kid lives there. Do they ride it, or have they grown up already? In neighboring units, clothes and futons are hung in the sun. The futon has classic flower patterns on it. This suddenly reminded me of the lives in each unit, living with a vibrant family or calmly alone.
A hundred different lives are ongoing in this one building. The density of it overwhelms me. And this is just one building, similar apartment complexes line this street...
Reality is just there, continuing whether I look at it or not. I tend to see only what's in front of me each day, thinking that's all there is.
