Oh, says the singing カメラ, it is 夜, and you must sleep, for tomorrow it is spring, and new フィルム, planted in the カメラ, will crank through and grow into rows of images, corn under the 太陽 of my グラスレンズ.
The spring is wound inside the camera. All is potential... sprouts on the branches, frames in the camera, and light in the particulate air.