nuit blanche

tonite it snows in tokyo. it is magic. as always when it snows in a way. it took me 30 minutes to ride home instead of 15. skidding down the sidewalks tired after a long day at work I thought of how great it is when it snows, how the city change how it feels all tactile, calm and how all sounds are absorbed . it feels like beeing inside the felt cladded room by joseph beuys at centre pompidou