The Eviction Notice: A small collective of night-time artisans reads a municipal notice taped to a lamp post. The photograph records not only the notice but the surrounding textures—peeling posters, a child’s chalk drawing on the curb—making visible the human costs of policy.

Meguri slipped into an unmarked karaoke box. Inside, a man sat alone, his tie loosened, a half-melted highball sweating beside him. He wasn’t singing. He was just there , staring at the karaoke screen’s screensaver—a looping video of a fake beach.

She stepped outside. The city groaned under the weight of the heat. A moth hurled itself against a streetlamp. Somewhere, a woman’s laugh echoed off the wet pavement.