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We are in Tokyo, probably. I am as happy as I can be, you say, your flippant tone belying a heavier truth.
I do not respond to this directly - in the moment I am not sure how. So much of my semblance of functioning hinges on choosing not to step onto that existential carousel. The part of me that worries is unsettled - is there really going to be enough room for the both of us and our unspoken ennui?
It is not until later that I realize this does not need to be a bad thing. And I think maybe I am also as happy as I can be.