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.