1:22 PM 2/3/2022

She was pretty. That was all I could remember. We ate a slice of nachos with dripping cheese and we really talked about how hard it was...you know, to get a job in the commonwealth area. I kind of imagined that a job would be like a Great Britain, and yet  it's really...like none other to us. It's really like getting fed, processing information and passing it on: like what was once a family table. I miss the New Tokyo, I told Takehiro. I really long for tall poles and wide roofs. I honestly long for floor beds and floor seating. You long for Okinawa, I long for a house vibe. I honestly miss Katsu houses --- I like the life of being second place really. There's no other meaning to the early twenties: But the start of real school. The end of an imaginary building in the sky: the beginning of studies. Where did you learn to study, Takehiro? He learned in The Learning Library. I learned Maths in Kumon. The beginning was time. The report involves just a bag. I don't want to go back upstairs right now, Takehiro. We act like we're being watched. They're not watching us anymore. The beginning of sitting down was deciding to comfort yourself. Never shall we look for something again. It is all here. Where do you want to live? In Meguro. Tokyo. I'm telling you, Takehiro, in Mnalia they are obsessed with looking. They want to search the world for the home. I know why the return to Meguro was all the matter: the boyfriend would arrive if you just go home. There is no more secret. There is nothing left to hide. Takehiro, I'm telling you, there's nothing left: nothing to keep you...from settling. The end of 40-to-settle --- the long search across the world of bakeries to win an award. In AnmLia they search across --- they do not know what it means more than brownness. What it meant barren. How to cheek the loss --- they have no longer remembered --- how to have an equal was like the stores we all rememebered... how to look on someone was they breathed the air they lived.. A quote by charles dickens. the first page of this book called one day. by david nicholls..