I have meet this wooden person almost every week for years in my life in Tokyo.
I remember his heart, which seemed to be a mysterious box.
And I remember his Kappa-Shaped Mask.
And his gaze on the passers-by and the cars.
On sunny, rainy and even snowy days, he was here.
Until the day they have started a new construction…
Then he left the place. Where is he now?