Emi Yagi - When the Museum is Closed
The rain had let up, leaving the asphalt shimmering like diamonds.
Spring had just begun. The city still glowed with daylight, the violet sky so translucent that it made my chest ache, and I felt as though my two legs could take me anywhere. I kept walking.
People switch salons when they need a change in their lives. I'll make some suggestions, but you think about what you want. You can do that, right? Since you're still alive?
'But isn't everyone like that? Everyone's sort of off. But somehow they deal with it.
Like how you're talking to me, even with that hood on.