Nowhere to Be

A Black Sumatra rooster with glossy green-black plumage and a long sweeping tail, standing upright like a gentleman in an indigo cotton yukata with a grey sash and a round paper fan tucked into it, in a narrow Kyoto street at dusk beneath strings of glowing red paper lanterns, a tall wooden festival float hung with tapestries behind him

The Evening Before the Floats

Tomorrow the floats go out, hauled through the heat by hand as they have been for a thousand years. Tonight they stand lit and enormous in the lanes, and he walks among them with a paper fan tucked into his sash.

16 July 2026