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Pleasantly Imperfect

Tokyo: Shibuya underpass

Life is messy, pleasantly imperfect.

Milk goes sour. Shoe laces come undone. Objects are forgotten. Luggage is lost (thanks FinnAir). Packages don’t turn up (thanks DHL, again). A leaking pen. No change for the vending machine. The kid on the bus just won’t stop crying. The chewing gum stuck to your new coat. The man in the next urinal unable to aim straight. OK, OK admittedly sometimes it edges to being unpleasantly imperfect.

Imperfection is human. Predictability is boring.