There used to be drunk talks at the bar. Some irrational one-night flirtationships. Some fake emotions and fake friends. A lonely morning aftertaste.
Tonight I’m meeting Kevin and some of his friends for a Bo-nen Kai, a end of year party. The gist of it seems to be that people drink to forget the year that’s past. Japan never runs out of reasons to drink.
Above is a photo of Takadanobaba. I moved some of my things to the new apartment this morning but I won't start living here until next week.