I saw George Clooney in Mos Burger.  He'd just demolished a Darned Hamburger Sand <domestic Bacon and Cheese> (Creamy domestic cheese melts in hamburger with domestic meat (pork / beef ground minced meat) 100% bacon, rich bacon. It is delicious using three domestic materials luxuriously.  Meat meat that is used for hamburger steak of hamburger sand is 100% domestic.※ Some stores do not handle shops.) and he smoothly brushed crumbs off the table with his right hand, wiped ketchup from his mouth and threw the napkin into his empty paper cup.  He winked at me suavely, brushing crumbs off his silk pajamas onto the floor.  It was then that I realised it wasn't Clooney but Ruffalo, Mark Ruffalo.

Later, I saw an old school getting smashed up.  For our first year in Kamiyama, we lived next to this school, in the apartment at the far end:

It was wild, both literally and figuratively.  As hot as an oven in Summer, as cold as a freezer in winter.  Breeding ground for centipedes and giant spiders.  But we cut our teeth here and we did alright.  It's been empty and unused for a while now, so it's probably time to smash it up, I guess…
Actually, this is the site upon which spanking new eco-apartments are going to be built.  They will offer state-of-the-art bio-synthetic living.  Natural seditives, wooden holders and gum arabic throughout.  Communal infinity swimming pool and an endless supply of daikon and sudachi.

Of course, I was feeling nostalgic.  What do you take me for?     

One of the main buildings reduced to mountains of hardcore.  

A thousand metal fixtures waiting to be turned into courgettes.  

A pair of artistically ornate creepers attempt a sit-in protest, but it's all in vain – they're building new apartments man!

I am getting a whiff of Tenerife.  Building sites and ferroconcrete, dilapidation and palmtrees.  Have you ever been to Tenerife?  You can buy delicious puddings there.    

Oh, and I found room 101.  Someone went apeshit on the door.  I dare not open…