Last night (Wednesday), I got so frustrated with the amount of work I
had to finish. Something inside me snapped again, and though it was almost 9:00
pm, I decided to go to CC. An SMS from A about a possible get-together on
Friday that I had received enticed me to drinking at CC. According to someone
working there, I look like a civil engineer or a musician, which I consider a big
compliment. I was drinking until 1:30 am. Talks with the staff were quite nice.
And it was peaceful without HIM.
*
It seems
that I see at least a dream every early morning. And I try to see more of them
staying in bed. A scene that recurs is of the entrance gates at a train station.
And the man working at the gate always seems to be the same. He is the man who
said to me when I was still a high school boy, “That’s the way it works” in
a rather rude way as if teaching me how everything works in this world, with me
buying a ticket to go to another station where I would get a commuter’s
pass and to get refund for the ticket.
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