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jpf-sydney · 3 years

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Yokohama station SF

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In the future, Japan's entire surface has somehow become an unimaginably sprawling train station complex and little else. An atmospheric science fiction with plenty of inside jokes. Adventure into an oddball dystopia that is not as bleak as it appears.

Centuries from now, the home islands are militarily divided and Japan is locked into a standoff with itself. The common foe is a Honshu whose entire surface has become transformed into an urban nonsense of randomly appearing shop spaces, warehouses and walkways. Mt Fuji's summit is accessible by escalator or shaded with a roof depending on the season.

The culprit behind this faintly absurd nightmare is a myopic AI that is diligently expanding the train station it has been responsible for. Life is worse for the dregs of humanity stuck outside who eke subsistence off vending stuffs and ejected surplus. This sets the stage for the adventures of several intersecting main characters, including one youth who finds an ancient train ticket and rumours of a lost, unmarked exit.

Part of the warped charm of Yokohama Station SF lies literally in its vivid world building. The setting is a captivating contortion of today's familiar metroscapes. Anachronisms enhancing the alien yet familiar feel include advertising campaigns, tourism signage and most conspicuously, the omnipresent "Suika" payment system (Suica). For a dystopian sci fi, it skirts being grim and edgy, instead presenting a lightly farcical, at times comical atmosphere.

There is a Japanese adage to the effect that the real life, Yokohama station has never ceased construction. It's an expression that homages the station's continual renewal and renovation. The author responsible for this pseudo rpg-replay is, of all things, a research biologist. Yuba Isukari wrote this debut, and award winning, quest on his weekends. Like the AI in his novel, it would seem he no longer ceases work either.

Shelf: 913.6 TAK [Yokohama eki SF. English]. Yokohama Station SF. by Yuba Isukari ; illustration by Tatsuyuki Tanaka ; translation by Stephen Paul.

New York : Yen On, 2021.

Translated into English from the Japanese. ISBN: 978-1-97531951-9

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metroscap · 7 years

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Denver | "Colfax" This image and every image from the @metroscap collection is available for purchase in a wide variety of sizes, from as small as 5" x 7" to as massive as 60" x 84". Tap the link in the bio to visit Metroscap.com and see the entire collection of work. Every photo from the @metroscap collection is ©Jason Wilson. Denver, Colorado Black & White Prints

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hakoneadik · 2 years

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View from Firefly at Night. :) Shot using the Nikon D7500 with the Tokina AT-X PRO 11-16mm f/2.8 DX II. :) #Travels #TravelPH #Street #Cityscapes #Metroscapes #Landscape #landscapephotography #Makati #MakeItMakati #SiMakati #Urban #Firefly #Nikon #nikon_photography #nikonphotography #D7500 #sinopinas #Photography #NikonPilipinas #NikonPH #NikonPhilippines #NikonD7500 #DiscoverMNL #WhenInManila #grammerph #LRClassPH #InFramePH #TeamNikonPH #LongExposure #LightTrails https://instagr.am/p/Cbl3v9qhu1f/

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jonberrydesign · 5 years

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Pinned to metro: MetroScapes | Metro Arts In Transit https://jonbdz.in/2XrwqpJ

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designismymuse · 7 years

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[Concept] Art Gallery with Curving Terraces

Architects- Metroscapes Renderings- bitscapes Location- Serbia Program- art gallery Source- designboom*

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daydec · 7 years

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metroscapes imagines an art gallery in belgrade defined by curving terraces

centro de ideas daydec (design) slotting into the belgrade hillside, this art gallery’s dynamic shape and fluid form is enhanced by the addition of two curving balconies that look out over the river confluence. The post metroscapes imagines an art gallery in belgrade defined by curving terraces appeared first on designboom | architecture & design […] from metroscapes imagines an art gallery in belgrade defined by curving terraces

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thehungrykat1 · 5 years

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It’s The Great British Invasion at Marco Polo Ortigas Manila

Marco Polo Ortigas Manila is celebrating all things British this month as the three-time Forbes Five Star awardee holds its British Invasion throughout the hotel’s dining establishments. From March 1 to March 24, 2019, four of Marco Polo Manila’s signature restaurants will be offering popular specialties from the islands of Great Britain, masterfully prepared by the culinary team led by Executive Chef Alisdair Bletcher.

To start off your British adventure, head over to the Connect Lounge on the hotel’s 24th floor lobby for a relaxing snack or even just a quick meeting. The Connect Lounge combines a spacious gallery with an integrated business centre that provides guests a modern work and social space. Nothing spells British faire more than the traditional Afternoon Tea so Marco Polo Manila highlights this classic set all throughout the month.

The British Afternoon Tea Set is served in a lovely three-tier stand which comes with a set of pastries including cakes, mini sandwiches, and scones. This is paired with your choice of brewed coffee or tea.

The Connect Lounge also offers a seasonal feature of the refreshing Pimm’s Cocktail. Choose from either the Queen Elizabeth or the Buckingham cocktail which are both sweet and refreshing.

For guests who are just passing by at the ground floor, they can tickle their senses with Café Pronto’s selection of tarts and pies, which are best enjoyed at the start of the day or in the afternoon paired with a cup of coffee. The Breakfast in Bread is a good way to start the morning with its interesting rendition of the eggs benedict.

Guests can also enjoy the Custard Tart and the Bakewell Tart which are great desserts to have any time of the day.

If you really want to experience the great British Invasion, head over to Cucina, Marco Polo Manila’s all-day dining restaurant located at the 24th floor. Here, you can sample Britain’s best bites and brews during their lunch and dinner buffet service.

British specialty items can be found across all the different buffet stations, from appetizers, main courses, and desserts.

Let’s start with some appetizers like the Potted Shrimps with lemon and dill. You can also try the Ploughman’s Salad with ham, cheddar, quail eggs, salad and branston pickle. Another option would be the Smoked Atlantic Salmon with capers, shallots, dill and horseradish cream with toasted bread.

British beers, wines, and other alcoholic beverages are also available for an additional fee.

The classic Fish and Chips is one of the main attractions at the buffet. These plump and crunchy fish fillet in batter are deep fried into these golden delicacies which are served with a plateful of fries. It’s a British signature dish that goes well with some drops of lemon juice and topped with tartar sauce.

They also have the Breaded Porkloin with Rosemary which you can get along with some Mushy Peas. The Shepherd’s Pie is also a traditional British favorite which is prepared with slow braised lamb, onions, carrots and potatoes.

Try some of their soups like the Cock A Leekie, a Scottish soup dish consisting of leeks and peppered chicken stock. A Seafood Egg Drop Soup is also available.

My favorite at the Cucina buffet and the main attraction at the carving station is the Roast Beef with Yorkshire Pudding. Ask for a slice or two of this flavorful marinated roast beef and combine it with with some Yorkshire Pudding, Roast Potatoes, and the Colcannon or Irish mashed potatoes.

I loved the Roast Beef so much that I ended up going back for seconds, and thirds. Choose from the pepper sauce or the mushroom sauce to use as your gravy.

Don’t forget about all the other international stations at the Cucina buffet. The Japanese station is always a favorite with its sushi and sashimi selections.

The Paella is also a sure winner every time I go to Cucina. They also have a Fresh Seafood station, Chinese Noodle and Dimsum station, Italian, Indian, and Filipino Station so you can find all your favorites here.

After that trip to Britain and around the world, it’s time to finish your adventure with a trip to the Dessert Station. You can find the Custard Tart and Bakewell Tart here along with some other British treats.

Have your fill from mini cakes and sweets like the Mango Cheesecake, Niciolla Cake, Pinky Cheesecake, and Lemon Syllabub, among others.

But the best dessert to get is the Warm Chocolate Hazelnut and Orange Pudding, topped with a scoop of Vanilla ice cream and sprinkled with rainbow candies. This is like a fudge brownie dream come true with its warm gooey chocolate combined with the cold ice cream.

For late comers, a good day’s work deserves a rewarding bite and a pint at Vu’s Sky Bar and Lounge. Sample choice British classics like fish and chips and bangers and mash matched with a glass of San Miguel Draft Beer for P699 from Wednesdays to Saturdays at 5:00pm to 9:00pm. Then toast to a fab time while enjoying the breath-taking metroscape with your very own Gin and Tonic. So make sure to visit Marco Polo Manila until March 24 and enjoy the great British Invasion!

CUCINA

24/F Marco Polo Manila, Meralco Avenue & Sapphire Street, Ortigas Center, Pasig

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lyrics724 · 6 years

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Yamakatsu - distopia 歌詞

Yamakatsu – distopia 歌詞

作詞：METROSCAPE 作曲：METROSCAPE 風よもっともっと吹け高くLET IT FLY SKY THE LIMIT　信じるなら誰にも気づかれないようにこぼれ　落ちた　ナミダ未来を変えたんだ一度も出来たことがない真面目に続けて来たけれども過ぎ去った過去にすがればどんなに楽になるのだろう言葉は時に殴りつけ言葉に助けれられたりしてそれでも前に進めと無理矢理　口角を上げたんだ選ばなければ Still dreams come ture 何もかもが白で塗られていたんだ黒い両手で雨よもっともっと降れ洗い流してくれ汚いこのカラダをどんなに嘘で固められても僕の　歌は　死なないここに在り続ける二度と戻ることはないどれだけ後悔してみてもnothing それぞれ違う歩幅で歩いていくことが出来ない縛り付ける　モノだらけの…

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murderincrp · 7 years

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PROFILE LOADED...「KIM JONGIN」「UNAFFILIATED」「TWENTY-ONE」

“Twenty-one-year-old STUDENT, UNDERGROUND RACER and VIGILANTE that goes by the alias ‘KAI’. No known allies.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: BODY HORROR, MURDER, ANIMAL CRUELTY, PARENTAL MISGUIDANCE.

[ BACKGROUND... ]

deification, interrupted.

this upturned ocean tells him to go south, where the bullets rattle they turn into milk teeth. blue-bled, but in the goblet of urban wars, the saltwater wears red robes, bloodied to the point where he cannot recognize the face of a father anymore.

appa is a flesh of atrocity. acknowledges it since the very beginning: there’s no genesis without understandings, for to live in this world means to be prepared to maim, to maul. to kill. every single footfall echoed across the hall spills a tale about a boyhood cusped in the hands of the beloved, the beloved being a curse of catharsis. each bang, bang, bang. bleeding, spitting. under this dome, appa sits on the throne, and he’s sitting on appa’s lap. each wave of appa’s hand results in another chaotic intent, with battles murmured between alleyways a partiture listened to in the room full with deicide.

comprehends this, as a son: birthed among the aligned stars, he’s a memory of umma, soft features inherent. in his marrows, however, everything that appa has been fighting for is infused, rotting according to the blackening skies that fill their firmaments. implications: an adobe for a crowned prince, ripening with specters of a queen hanging from his shoulders.

& a king he will become, a king just like his father.

king for the godless men, what does that make him?

( a god. )

ii.

the rupture in the history of a madman speaks with a knife pointed upwards, towards the nebula that ripples alongside the moon. he’s a boy that grows with stalactites for teeth, his palate painted in the color of transparence. why, you ask? for with this, his massacre is not contained in any walls. does it in the open, how he fissures the gossamer cocoon of a childhood with a flask of vermillion on his hand. just a stray animal, he would think. just a thing that no one would miss.

in the end, there’s no care towards missing anymore. the more they’re missed, the better. the more they’re missed, the weaker. weaknesses are introduced later on, in the lessons that appa streaks so beautifully. it feels like punishments, at first, how appa turns every single thing that he loves into soot. but then, it feels more like liberation. appa teaches him on love and loss.

do you ever miss umma?

there’s no case of missing. it’s an incisor that they both will be buried without — to miss is to feel. & to feel is to indulge in a privilege that they aren’t granted with.

the right answer: no. null. never.

iii.

it is a climb. slow, but a climb nonetheless. his first murder is a mess, but isn’t every first murder? the process is, after all, the pinnacle of satisfaction — as he grabs her by the foot, as he stabs her right in the crux. remembers it all in the holy times, praying for the memento to never fade.

it’s an ecstasy, each reminiscence. ensures that each killing floor has distinctive brands, a wall of his bedroom an altar of polaroids. he’s a cathedral of emptied bodies, their drained veins a commemoration for the man that he’s become. like appa, like the king.

& one day, he will overthrow the man that’s been claiming the throne for too long.

in this empire, only one king may reign.

he’s been prepared for it, from limb to limb.

but it’s not enough, never enough. in his sleep, appa is a ghost of nightmares, cloaking him around the neck with his crooked fingers. nails dig deep, leaving crescents into his skin he doesn’t know if it’s contained in his sleep anymore. maybe it is what it truly means, to live in this world. to maim, to maul. to kill.

will he kill appa? will appa kill him?

is a prince just another casualty after all?

iv.

digs deep into himself, however, and finds the answer: love and loss. appa wasn’t the one teaching him — he was the one teaching appa. robbed appa of the only person he’d ever come to love so deeply his crux bruised purple, before dimming into charred colors at the son’s birth. a son for a curse. perhaps he was never a prince, after all. more like a price.

but at least he’s a shape of appa’s deiform; in the playground of hell, he’s become a hellhound of his own brand. kids whispered in the hallways, echoed with their ricocheting fear. rumor had it that he grew too many thorns inward, printed on the texture of his red. even the school yard was filled with mirrored respect for the king-to-be. for them, he was king.

( proved it with his knuckles painted in teeth marks. )

& he thinks, he thinks until his mind hemorrhages,

about puncturing appa’s lungs with a stake.

he thinks, he thinks until none of it comes true.

he’s never liked the boy he’s become, with hands splintered with the needles of crime. sixteen, three kills, and he runs, runs, runs until his ankles twist from the escape. his grandparents are kind strangers that take him in, his features reminding them of his mother’s. seoul is a metroscape against his palate, bittersweet.

& under the stark ceiling of their penthouse at nights, thinks of how umma might sound like, enunciating words that he’s come to familiarize himself with. he’s a substitute of a child for two strangers that slowly mold into relatives. their titles gradually dissolve on the tip of his tongue like mint, and in years he locates himself in their cruxes as much as they hold onto umma.

perhaps this is fate, after all, to exit the stage prior to the son’s murder.

every single piece of the puzzle falls into place, until it starts disintegrating once again. this time, halmeoni, robbed off his hands in the midst of an open fire. they come to the scene too late, her life a wisp of smokes that dissipates into the night skies.

he swears he will not stop until he digs his nails deep into their throats.

vi.

youth turns oxblood with the weight of vengeance.

& he does not care anymore; paints his hands with the lacquer, this time under the name of justice, except the cloak of integrity does not suit him all that much. instead, he dons an entire attire that puts revenge as the brand, all black like the stains that cripple his humanity.

( not that he has it whole to begin with. )

he likes it, being a body of darkness. he likes the man that he’s become, turning into a murderer under the disguise of reprisal. in here, his atonement. in here, his resentment.

he eventually becomes everything that appa wanted him to be: an apple does not fall away from its tree, after all. and in here, eden, bruised with the burnt edges of apocalypse.

summary: born and raised by a high-levelled assassin for a father, he was exposed to various circumstances other kids wouldn’t have upon having his boyhood. his mother was never present in his life, died upon giving birth to him, that there was no other influence in his life but his father. the harsh treatment that he received as a child, as well as paradoxes of lessons that his father inflicted on him ( ranging from making him learn that people would miss their beloved, but teaching him how to use that to their advantages, basically trying to numb the boy ) caused him to suffer from detachment. while he was not exactly like his father, who might have suffered from various mental disorders, he became a mold of his father’s dictation, rendering him unable to comprehend the right from wrong in the right way. he started with killing animals, before eventually resorting to killing homeless people, knowing too well that the “cleaners” that had worked for his father would do the same for him. his goal as a child, and eventually youth, was to make his father proud, and that might have resulted in problematic behaviors exhibited in various occasions. in school, he did not get along with kids, for his objective was to make them fear him instead — he got into various fights that caused them to “follow” him, and he was deemed as a bully, although that was a part that he’d never cared about. at sixteen, the realization that he’d never wanted to be a tool eventually dawned on him, and with the help of people he’d known from the business, he ran away from london to seoul, where his grandparents from mother’s side resided. he lived a slightly more normal life from there onwards, softening towards his grandparents the way they did towards him as well, until his grandmother was killed in an open fire. at that, he swore that he would bring justice for his grandmother, as well as others. he became kai, a masked vigilante, although he wouldn’t adjust himself according to the laws. he still kills when he deems necessary, and he still performs various crimes as a civilian. the latter ranges from underground racing to occasional pickpocketing for fun. he currently attends school in the computer science program as well, hoping to become a talented hacker to help him trace the criminals better.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

exhibit a.

as jongin, he exhibits various types of personality, but he’s mostly fluid, his traits adjusting to the mold given by the people around him. considering that he was raised to fulfill expectations, that’s what he’s become: a mirror. he provides people with what they would like to see in him, causing some of those who are perceptive to think of him as either a hypocrite or simply a chameleon. the majority of people, however, cannot see through his lies, rendering them to find him rather pleasant as a company.

he’s mostly a loyal friend, and it’s effortless to win his platonic attention. it’s not, however, genuine attention, given that he doesn’t really care for most people. he’s selfish, and most of the time, survival centric. but when he’s come to care about someone, he invests a lot of thoughts into them, which is why he does not truly like having his sympathy captured. he’s also quite patient as a person, angering him needing quite an effort but it doesn’t mean it’s impossible. he can be easily aggravated over small things, having a lot of pet peeves, but wrath is another matter entirely — it’s usually saved for rare circumstances that set him off.

exhibit b.

as kai, his traits are more upfront, more honest. he often displays bluntness without a lot of thoughts given for the recipient, and most of it is accounted towards the fact that he’s basically a masked vigilante, remaining anonymous under the nickname. he’s more frontal and offensive as he cannot afford to care for anyone as kai, and so, while most of the time he breaks the barrier between jongin and kai, he tries not to do it often, especially for his own sanity. nevertheless, he cannot stop caring for his civilian identity’s friends, and sometimes still strives to protect them when he can.

he doesn’t put a lot of efforts into following the rules in the society as the vigilante. he has his own set of morals, and that makes him dangerous, as well as wanted by the police. he’s inevitably regarded as a common enemy between the criminals and law enforcements, considering that he acts against the both of them.

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