IIZUNA FAIR

In the midst of the frenzy night a man finds himself lost in the crevasse of time.<br> It was not the grotesque beings nor the monsters, but it was he who "was here, but wasn't here".<br> He was the phantom.<br> Buried under memories full of inhibition and promises that never kept - words washed up on the shore - time keeps him at a distance from the "place" .<br> And he hears poems coming on the waves from the other side ryhming and lapping against the shore.