I originally planned to quit my current job and concentrate on being an otaku. Cigarettes, coffee and hot dried beans will last me the rest of my life. I plan to study ancient books and music, and forget all love and hatred. I don't need other people's likes and no longer care about vegetables, food and love. Those archaeological stories written for magazines may continue to be written, and it turns out that writing is the most effortless thing, let alone dealing with sweats, car accidents and raw steaks for Valentine’s Day. Time starts to slow down, eating while standing up will help you digest better, and sleeping on the toilet may even have a few sweet dreams. The phone is no longer in use, the address book is getting thinner and thinner, and the last few are copied on paper and stapled somewhere in the corner. The TV was sold and replaced with an electric water heater. Cleanliness seems to be getting worse. But I have plenty of time to clean the house and myself. Stop relying on shutters and lenses, because there is time to paint and grade. I find that the cheese on top of the pizza is golden brown in the sun, and I can hear it when I lay down and listen to old Beatles albums. There is no criticism, quibble and excessive force in such a life. The only possibility is that there is no pain other than the earthquake.
However, why did I meet you on the day of the earthquake?
This is the first time I have made eye contact with another person in ten years, and when you fainted at the door of the takeaway, I realized that there was a startled face hidden under the motorcycle hood. The sun crawled inch by inch through your exposed skin, with a COMA button tattooed on it. Pale anemic girls often hide too many unknown secret codes. I want to wake you up and hand you a glass of water. If you want, you can sit down in this room, listen to music for a while and read comics. But you were still in a coma at my door until I pressed that tattoo button as hard as I could in a decade.
you're awake. As if brought a world.
Although I don't quite believe that love can happen at any time, I still spent one night digging out the pair of white canvas shoes from ten years ago. Xiaoyou,
I plan to step out of this room to find you. I want to say,
let's get married.
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