Tokyo Doesn’t Have Many Stars
“Man, Tokyo doesn’t have many stars.”
It was the kind of line you’d never hear in a drama anymore—too plain, too honest.
A drunk kid passing by said it, half laughing, half lost in thought.
Some time later, I looked up at the sky.
Born and raised in Tokyo, I found myself thinking there were more stars than usual tonight.
My “many” might be someone else’s “few.”
Under the hum of streetlights and the soft glow of convenience stores,
the night sky looked ordinary, familiar.
Yet his offhand remark
made that “ordinary” shimmer—just for a moment.
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Tokyo Doesn’t Have Many Stars
“Man, Tokyo doesn’t have many stars.”
It was the kind of line you’d never hear in a drama anymore—too plain, too honest.
A drunk kid passing by said it, half laughing, half lost in thought.
Some time later, I looked up at the sky.
Born and raised in Tokyo, I found myself thinking there were more stars than usual tonight.
My “many” might be someone else’s “few.”
Under the hum of streetlights and the soft glow of convenience stores,
the night sky looked ordinary, familiar.
Yet his offhand remark
made that “ordinary” shimmer—just for a moment.
If you’re interested in featuring this piece, feel free to reach out.
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