Once upon a time a young man had many dreams.
Visions filled his head of brides, paths, towering heights over vast expanses of water.
Was it Key West?
Was it the San Francisco Bay Area?
Or was it Myoden in Ichikawa?
The young man thought he knew the answer, but he does not know.
He only knows that a young man once dreamt of bridges stretching to the horizon.
The young man dreams.
The middle aged man remembers the dreams.
The old man collages the dreams and reality.
Bridge to My Dreams: Ichikawa Style.