Camila + Haruki

Inside my Tokyo capsule hotel room, I opened my EMOS omnitool, turned on my media player by making a circling motion with my fingers, listened to some In-Hop (instrumental hip-hop), and then I thought obsessively and cyclically about the time Camila and I used to watch the Bad Boy on SFC2 together, holding hands in the campus biodiesel shuttle with tears in our eyes, the death chronometer ticking away on the screen like life escaping between our fingers.  I thought about the time we made love inside the bathroom of the Lantau Glider, vowing to find each other in the next reincarnation.