I.
The full moon. How long has it been since I've cared to look at the sky? There are no stars and there are no peaks to watch the sun's rising into the pale morning sky and setting against the vivid orange, then purple, of evening.
The landlord's house is separate from the apartment and from a balcony is visible the kaki tree in their yard. At the entrance in is a box of kakis free to take for the inhabitants of the complex. Unlike the storebought ones, they're small and of an amberish color. Reportedly sweeter, too-- I wouldn't know.
II.
Three hundred yen for my breakfast bread, two hundred for my coffee? Fuck off.
I really want to eat some melon-pan.
III.
My dad has his Mont Blanc pen tucked always in his breastpocket. I haven't decided yet on my pen. I have settled on a two sen pen for the time being, I have quite some time to think upon this.
Pens are difficult to learn. Like a new pet. Like a new person. I'm clumsy with them at first.
There is an exception to my wrath against all ballpoint pens and it's this horrid lilac pen my mom had won at the mall or something, but it has a good color and nice clicking noise.