I do not know if each prefecture has their own guy who lays things out, if it is an art collective, or if there is only one true master who rules over all police departments, but when called to Okinawa to create this wonderful display not only were the stolen underwear layed out in a massive space with blue tarps, because the thief had taken the time to individually wrap and seal each panty, the guy who lays things out took the time to release each from it’s solitary prison and lay it on top of the plastic in which it was enclosed.
Screaming to the world, “You cannot imprison the human spirit, we shall fly through the sky on our dreams, like a blue tarp.” The guy who lays things out broke through the plastic covering of my heart.
