[Sunday | August 16 | Evening]
Samegawa. He's been sitting there for some time - jacket draped across his lap, staring at the river. Dojima comes here alone, and only alone - it's where he can sort out the jumbled mess that is his mind, these days. The sun has already set - darkness is creeping in from all sides.
He stands; he'll walk around a bit - maybe run into someone. Talk for awhile, drown out the past.
He stands; he'll walk around a bit - maybe run into someone. Talk for awhile, drown out the past.