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Haneda, the Ground Crew

Carry-On

A rooster in a navy cashmere overcoat over a cream cable-knit sweater, standing in three-quarter profile at a floor-to-ceiling airport terminal window with a leather weekender bag at his feet, gazing out at ground equipment on the overcast tarmac

He had always believed that the measure of civilization was not what it built, but what it no longer required a man to carry. The carousel turned with mechanical patience, and he watched it the way one watches a river — grateful, and only slightly redundant.

2 May 2026

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