One day when im old and decrepit, ill be tuning into some live coverage of a japanese festival to stave off the dementia. One of the older shrine maiden is strumming a shamisen singing some random tune in an enka like fashion. Tears would immediately start streaming down my face in confused recognition, the womans face begins to pan into view when the scene changes. I look down in sorrow as all im left with are hazy memories and the first erection in 20 years.