Armenian script becomes English, like people become fictions...
The groovy noodles of a 70s sci-fi mod blockbuster.
Like great stones flying over the Forbidden City.
Peering out of the vertical Tokyo streets.
Iconograms sleep, face to face, undisturbed by everything around them.
Palmed, operatic regalia, no matter how scarred, recall Nazi Germany far more than future Japan.
The colors surprise no one.
Rainbow magic strike strident chords.