Last night on my way to Bart, I walked behind an Asian guy built like Ichiro, the perfect ninja build. He had a Giants cap, black puma jacket, cargo shorts and black calf socks, like the ones I wear playing basketball. I followed him because he looked like a ninja in a modern world, imagined him as an underworld antihero, powers of darkness for good, a tortured soul finding his place in a world of echoes. I took a video of him walking under the yellow light of the streetlamps, myself quietly stalking, the full moon above, lending a mysterious, mystical, fateful air. For inspiration for a later story.
Ps–new laptop has arrived. Finally. Can start writing/streaming again with a real keyboard. The iTouchscreens really crimp my flow.