Cap turned sideways, baggy pants, sitting in the train talking to a friend on the other side of the car—a white boy on the move in the realm of Kamisama...the mountains are where you see beautiful women who turn out to be foxes in disguise (the old stories say) as Tanuki, raccoonlike tricksters who mark the end of the city and entry into rapping rhythmic lines, hands gesticulating, his whole body alive with the world he's creating.

When our brains evolved to a point where each was capable of founding its own beliefs, we imagined a world so complex that we can no longer trace all its threads back and in. "Where do we come from?" is a conundrum scientists, philosophers and Zen Masters continue to ponder—

         "Where have the ancient sages gone?" Deshan asked.
         "What? What?" Master Fo-yen replied.

At the turn of this century, a young neuroscientist named Karim Nader challenged the long held belief that memories are hard-wired into the brain, by showing that "reactivating a memory destabilizes it, putting it back into a flexible, vulnerable state."

Colours never before coagulated,
The city goes into infra-red.
Shadows animate fur and flame,
Bleed on doors, slip on sidewalks
Like seals on black sand.

Neuroscientists are now testing "the implications of this idea, trying to figure out exactly how malleable memory really is."
If the act of remembering reconfigures its variously scattered limbs, it would be no longer possible to separate memory from mythology. Both would be rooted to the youngest branches of the oldest anthropical tree.