The alcoholic is someone who gets a stain on their new clothes before even wearing them. These past few days, I've been too busy enjoying myself. The Kernel sold at the school gate is really delicious. Ah, I couldn't resist.
My grandmother lost her hearing a few years ago. This constantly makes me imagine a world without hearing. I don't know if it's because I often daydream and get distracted by other sounds, but I can never hear people clearly. Sometimes, I don't even want to hear clearly. Living in an unfamiliar environment can sometimes be fortunate, with fewer things to worry about.
My artist studio costs 200 pounds a month, in a socialist building. Today, in the evening, the hallway was filled with the smell of spray paint. It made me leave for the library, read for a while, and then take a nap. I was woken up by someone checking my ID, annoying.
The message written above hasn't been sent yet, it's already been two days. Yesterday, I received the first physical cassette release from Oishi, and I was very happy. I got drunk at the launch party and acted very out of character, completely changing the calm impression I usually give people.
Speaking of which, I saw Ray yesterday, whom I haven't seen in years! A hug, and all those memories from those years came flooding back.