that had for a moment lost their identity
billboard (detail). Tawaramachi (Tokyo), 18 July 2014
waiting for signal, on way to Kappabashi
There was no tune; it was only a scramble of bungled noises...
If accidentally scattered, were objects yet in order?
ex Virginia Woolf, from the second of “two enormous chunks” excised from The Years (1937)
Tokyo; waiting; rub out the word; that kind of day