Day 15
The early bird gets the w— I paused mid-thought, letting out a long, groggy yawn, my eyes heavy-lidded. "Ugh, I need caffeine," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. It was barely 4 AM. There was hardly any light as if the world too was sleepy-eyed, squinting as to not allow the spotlight to shine through yet. Even Akashi Station was still dark and empty—as it should be.
The only sign of life, with the exception of “Iron Mike”—the pigeon I just jabbed with the front tire of my bike, was the unagi shop just down the street.
I parked my bike by the Lawson on the east entrance
The air here was thick with the scent of sizzling fish oil and soy sauce, the kind of smell that works its way into your clothes and hair, clings to your skin, and doesn’t let go.
That’s what I like - bruno mars
Sex by the fire at night
By this fire, there was no champagne, no diamonds, and definitely no women
They called him prisoner, not because he had been to prison, but because the school he went to is known to look like a prison on the inside, with windows barred
His teeth looked like the side of a fishing boat.
the vendors moving like ghosts in the misty pre-dawn light
practiced flicks of the wrist.
Behind them, a narrow alley reeked of stale beer and discarded fish guts, a harsh contrast to the sharp sweetness of ginger and the earthy richness of grilled eel that filled the market air.
