Strange Weather in Tokyo

by Hiromi Kawakami

“That’s what flies do.”

Reminds me of, me

“Would you like to come sit over here?” Sensei said in a low voice. “Yes,” I replied, my voice also low. The seat on the other side of the man with the newspaper, next to Sensei, was empty. I told the bartender that I was moving. I picked up my saké bottle and cup and changed seats. “Thanks,” I said, and Sensei murmured something almost inaudibly in response. And then, both of us still facing forward, we each resumed drinking our own saké, together. After we paid our separate checks, we parted the shop curtain and stepped outside. It wasn’t as cold as I expected, and stars were twinkling in the sky. We had finished drinking later than usual.

such a relatable moment, my jaw dropped