The darkness at the bathtub, as coiling on itself, a serpent waiting for.
Also a young witch, to mount a rake, for tidying up a Japanese rock garden.
The tower in the control of him, at the nose of the future, to light up a cigarette.
To get old and fall in love, hands are trembling, not to write a letter.
Under mackerel sky, chawan's shakin', an earthquake with an intensity of lower 3 on the Japanese scale of 7 it must be.