— the fog hasn't lifted yet. don't ask where the city is. just keep walking the bank.
What the river carried in today.
The Nine-Fold City does not begin with an establishing shot. It begins where Ah Zhu stops walking, because the street he remembers isn't there anymore.
Five people, one minute, the day's noise strained through a sieve until only the funny, true part is left.
The same week, kept three ways. Pick what you're in the mood to read.
Scene scores for the rooms the animation doesn't have time to sit in.
Every human trouble has a face. Every weather has a name no meteorologist will give it.