Train. Work. Biga Bosso. Train. Sleep. Repeat. Is this it? Is this the grand adventure? I am wearing my sharpest 1950s suit today and nobody even noticed. I am a stylish ghost haunting the Tokyo metro. I need a change. I need a shock to the system. Maybe I’ll get a tattoo. Or just eat spicy ramen until I hallucinate. Probably the second one. It’s cheaper.
Solo ramen. Again. The guy behind the counter knows my order now. We don’t speak. He just nods, I nod. It’s the most intimate relationship I have in my life right now. 夜の静けさが腹に染みる。(The silence of the night seeps into my stomach.) I am a profound, hungry poet. A gorgeous, lonely poet. I am going to buy a cat. No, my apartment doesn’t allow cats. I’ll buy a tamagotchi. Watch it die. *sigh*