ME: what? the land of the rising sun? no, i said we were going to the land of the WRITHING sun.
YOU: [looks out the window of the airplane to witness the unfolding of reality; like creation unburdened by law, it is almost as if in its infinite disorder you can witness the relief of a world unshackled from petty rules, of creation relieved of all that would hold it back, and indeed, the sun writhes uncomfortably dimly in the sky]
YOU: aw man i wanted to see tokyo