tsuki ga kirei desu ne

i went to enoshima on a night when the moon was huge—though you can hardly tell from the photo—and when it was a blood red that would've been terrifying if it were halloween. but it was not halloween, it was mid-august, and the sea-bridge teemed with teenage schoolchildren leaning over the railing, phones out, trying to photograph the moon. i see discourse sometimes about how it sucks that nowadays everyone has their phones out at concerts. and like yeah, i agree. but this wasn't like that at all. i dunno, i think when something spontaneous happens, and everyone wants to document it, that's sweet. it reminded me of the barn in delillo's white noise; we are "a collective perception", an "accumulation of nameless energies". but anyways, i digress—it was a beautiful evening. the moon was beautiful, wasn't it?