The moon shattered into five pieces like an orchid in the night sky over the Sakai River. The dead petals fell into the water as I kept looking up for the Southern Cross to orientate myself, but there was nothing except the filthy Shōnan clouds and the odd late-night flight from Haneda Airport.

In the silent streets ABBAs “Super Trouper” was bouncing around in my head like a loose quarter tab of Xiangshan acid that needed to find its way out of the hole.

Where had I last heard that damn song? Jenny's beach house in Ōhope twenty years ago? Or was it on the radio in Fujisawa earlier today?

It didn't matter. I kept walking until it became cold, until I couldn’t feel my feet anymore, following the ancient pilgrimage trail through the hills and past the temples towards the ocean.

“Tonight the Super Trouper lights are gonna find me, shining like the sun.”