Remember those days when you were young and didn't know any better? When you hit the road and the cars were caught in the expanse like an unbroken chain-gang; when mercy was a plastic shower stall; when company was a t.v. running in the adjacent motel room; when silence was the gaze of the clerk as you signed-in, all the while you never lost hope; at worst you remember what you saw. This E.P. is an introduction to Nemura's method of dispassionately but meticuluously recording the commonplace, the uneventful, the traumatic, and the pure wonder of moving from one context to the next. '...just like when I was young and cars drove by in the late afternoon: the sun was setting and the sounds around me were of no consequence...' Step in and join them for a few moments.