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danieru in tokyo
Thursday, February 03, 2005
 
Coffee

Got an afterdinner coffee with AM today. How did you find this place? he asks. Well, I was kinda wandering around, and I stumbled across it, came in and read my book. This totally confused him. The idea that someone could just wander around town at night was simply out of the question. My response: You're a bit straight laced, conventional and conservative, aren't you? His acknowledgement: Well, I grew up in a small town, where life revolved around getting into fights with the boys from the other town.

No going to a coffee shop to read a book and hear some new music, then...


I attended an art class yesterday, which brought memories of school gushing back. But only toward the end, 5 minutes before the scheduled end of the class, I was already packing up and ready to run home. I meet people every day whose sense of humour appears to have been surgically removed from them as a child. The chasm that remains beyond the clinical procedure is visible, it appears, only to me, as they stare blankly - or sometimes with disbelief -
back at my dry garrulous quips.

There is now an admittance within me to a void of patience. A similar procedure to the above, at birth, plausibly. The sale, of this entity within my soul, doubtlessly predated Ebay, but I pray that my mother managed a good price.

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