For reasons unknown, I never got round to reading Ryu Murakami‘s Coin Locker Babies, but its title always stuck in my mind. A reminder of sorts that seems to sit quietly in my subconscious until I see lots of lockers, then it pops into my thoughts before immediately retreating once again.
The scene below, on the other hand, was really quite different, as it almost felt like that memory had been waiting all those years for this one specific moment.