kamS is some totally innocuous salaryman who lives in suburban Tokyo. He works in middle-management for some successful yet forgettable corporation. His co-workers would describe him as "pleasant", even though he doesn't really stand out from the crowd, and hardly ever speaks up during meetings. He is kind to his wife, but not affectionate. His children barely know who he is, but he always offers them a smile, a pat on the head, the occasional ice cream. His neighbors would never say a bad word about him. And late at night, a couple times a month, he tells his wife that he has to work late. But he doesn't stay at the office. Instead, he drives to a non-descript, run down shopping district late at night, parks his car, and walks to the unnumbered door between the appliance repair shop and the pet store. He takes out the key from his wallet, unlocks the door, walks up the three flight of steps to another door, and unlocks that. There, there is a desk, a chair, and a computer. He closes the door, sits, turns on the computer, and makes these works. He never tells anyone about them, and even he doesn't exactly know why he makes them. kamS is a mystery even to himself.
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