This little yellow bicycle disturbs me.
It is old and abandoned. The lock has been broken. Someone obviously stole it from a train station after the last train had sailed. It is common practice in Tokyo for drunken businessmen to beat the taxi fare home this way, no surprise, except where it stands.
This stolen bicycle is in the middle of Yanaka. Every direction you walk from this little bicycle is a temple. A temple on every corner, temples in between, temples and gravestone cutters, that’s all. Who stole this bicycle? Who rode it home?