Camila + Haruki
At the Narita Spaceport, I overheard two college students in Space Cadet Uni t-shirts muttering something about Flight 1440 and smoking synthetic cush through e-cigarette filters in the Vacuum Room as the door was closing. For a second, I was pulled in by an undertow of hope and did everything to pretend I knew where I was going. I didn't have a bloody clue. Not at first.