Udon Blues [HTX124]

As I sit under the drizzling clouds in Nagoya, sheltered by the dimly lit canopy, sounds merge into the cold and metallic surroundings. I sit here, a reflection of the city’s heartbeat under a regime of technology and human life. I have no stories of the city’s inhabitants – all I have are dreams and fears of the quiet rebellion simmering under the surface next to the Udon Blues.