You like to walk. Sometimes it’s painful, but you still like it. To feel your muscles going in the right place, your bones slowly cracking to life. Your knees are like flat little balls but they still work.

You like to walk everywhere. On train platforms, on crowded sidewalks, on desert paths in parks. Walking makes your blood run faster. Once ( Read more... )

They told you that you would be invincible. You weren’t listening. You just looked at the scroll the old man was holding in his hands. You thought his eyes looked like the grey concrete of the basement you lived in for so long. Your brother had brown eyes. And he used to crouch down in front of the narrow window of the basement. You used to think ( Read more... )

Kazuho stretches her arms over her head. She doesn’t turn as the click of the door resonates into the apartment. She puts the papers of Yoite’s analysis aside. She takes the bridge of her nose between her fingers.

Raimei leaves her sneakers in front of the door. She slowly pads over the wooden floor. Her back, her arms hurt. Raikou said her she ( Read more... )

 
( Miharu's hair are like a black pool of ink over the pillow )

Yukimi sits in front of the azure light of the computer screen. He holds tightly the cigarette between his index and middle finger. Now he doesn’t remember the reason why he started smoking. He remembers a grey sky and a cold wind. There he was, sitting on a bench with his first cigarette. He was a teenage and nothing more. When Hattori-san knocked ( Read more... )

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