Fuufu Koukan Modorenai Yoru Th Now

By morning nothing will have been fixed in theater-sized terms. The world will keep its rhythms: buses will still roar, emails will still demand replies, a child will still forget a lunchbox. But something will have shifted inside the small geography of two people. The night that could not be returned has taught them a different map-reading: not how to go back but how to proceed.