I got up 4:30. It seems I still have jetlag and vaguely adjusted into Japanese time. I prayed as usual and started reading Othello, shake spire. This book was written in Japanese, old Japanese, so I hardly read it. Besides I haven’t read Japanese book for long time. It is hard to read sentences top to down. Typical Japanese way to write is flip paper from left to right and read top to bottom. You will see when you see any Japanese book. I don’t think any country except China follows this way. Some people say the reason why Japanese can’t read English book is because the way of difference to read. I don’t think so. We Japanese just don’t read English book much. I noticed one thing when I read Othello I sometimes skip when I run into really hard sentence, but it did make sense to me later. I could tell what William wanted to say through neighbor sentences. When I read any book in English, I try to understand everything. I think it is notion that I have to make sense everything to read book. We can have fun reading even we have some sentences that can’t tell.

I am sitting at a hotel’s “relaxing room”. I can’t relax at all; only people are allowed smoking here. You know what happens here. So people are smoking as old train. I am really surprised that Japanese smoke a lot and there are many place to smoke. I hardly smelled smoke in the U.S. even many people are smoker, they were isolated, so to speak. Japanese…they ought to grow up in moral. However, nobody smokes marijuana in public, though. Hahaha.

I will go to a shrine today and Asia University to see my teacher. I hope something good will happen!!

It is rain today; I don’t like walking in rain, especially in summer. I would stink, everybody is smelled badly. Hot makes us sweat and rain makes us stink more. No kidding. So, when I got on the train before noon, the train was filled with smell. Sweaty smell, maybe you know, which I have not smelled even one time in the U.S. I really recommend everybody not to come to Japan from June to August. It maybe terrible season if you don’t know Japanese weather. I am sitting on the chair in old school’s library. This library is as large as U.C. Davis library or even bigger that that. It has 8 stories for not to waste space. But this Asia University is way smaller than U.C. Davis. You take 2 minutes to walk through the campus from edge to edge; if I am in hurry one minute is enough. I think this campus is smaller than my home property… This school’s density is as high as Hong Kong. I haven’t been there. Though.

Anyway, I am sitting on the chair and reading papers about setting up company in the U.S. It makes me really sleepy, that’s why I opened my lap top to write a journal. I have two hours more to see my teacher. It is 11:43 now. I will check my watch to know what time in the U.S is, it is 7:43. We are ahead of you guys, we are living at the same time. We are experiencing today, but you guys are yesterday. What a strange, and what a strange to think about it. I must have jetlag.

Tonight I have to go to Shibuya, which is one of the loudest places, in Japan. I had been in Tokyo for 4 years, but I went to Shibuya at most 5 times. I didn’t like busy place. San Francisco is good enough. I want to take a picture of the city. I have to buy something to wear before I saw friends. I am stinky, unfortunately.

I woke up around 7. It was too late, and actually I got up around 8. I didn’t feel like getting up. I was thinking about what happened yesterday. Yesterday was really dense. I had lots of things to do and really fun.

Mizuho and I went to Kinokuniya, a big book store, in Shinjuku, that has whole 6 stories to look around books. I didn’t want to see Japanese books, something like novels. I went up to 6th floor, the foreign books section. I noticed that now English books are foreign…it is kind of sad to notice. I was flipping a book about how to study Japanese. One guy talked to me in English. He asked me about the bow, I was carrying with, and where he can see people practicing. His name was Jeff and is from Hong Kong. He said he immigrated to Australia when he was around 10. Anyway I talked with him a while and gave him my e-mail address. Because he was studying, investigating and all, Japanese archery before.

Mizuho and I left the book store. I saw him off at the entrance of the Shinkansen. Then I went to Japanese archery store to fix my bow. It was really interesting store, you never saw in your life. I am customer of this shop ever since when I was college student.

Then I went to Shinjuku again till to go to internet café to send e-mail to Vicky and Benji. Internet café…it’s really nice place to stay for cost. $2.50 for one hour and you can read comic, use computer, and drink pop as much as you want. Then I went to see my friend who is working for Sony. He was really hot-shot when he was in College. He was debate champion 3 years in a row in Japan. So, I never can beat him in quarrel war. Anyway I was kind of nervous to see him, because he has been working for Sony 4 years. What I did? I went to the U.S. to wander around. I felt small quite a lot before I met him. But he was nice; I think he is nicer than when he was student. Days of working sharpened, polished him. It was really comfortable to talk with him. I usually don’t talk about myself, at least try not to. But today I talked plenty about myself. In that he asked me to talk about what I have done in the U.S. I asked him to tell me how he was spending his life, yet he did not want to talk about it. I think he was tired of his job. He said he worked really hard. This is why I stopped asking about his work and started talking about his biking. He wanted to start biking; he gained a lot for those years. I told him that biking would make you healthy.

He is working for Sony, one of the biggest companies in Japan, he didn’t look much happy for his job. He makes money a lot for his age, though.

My new life will start from today. It means I am going to change. I won’t look I change if I change. I may do something stupid same as I do now. But it will be different; it may look same but actually different.

Just now, 5:22, I went to convenience store to ship my stuff to Tokushima, my home town. I have to roam around Tokyo for a while. On the way to the convenience store, my friend came with me. He was going back to his hometown already and wizard agriculture as well as really independent. I said good bye to him in front of the “Night entrance” we started walking toward opposite direction. I didn’t turn around and look him. I am sure he didn’t. He is not the types that turn around and be caught by memories. He is looking ahead his future.

On the way back to the hotel, my breath was shallow, and I trembled a bit for imaging my future and all. I know what I should do obviously. It is funny I thought if I could see my future track, I could do what I have to do easier. But the real it is “NO”. I feel fear from my transparent future. It is because, I can image what I will be if I fail. This is like a mirror. A mirror reflects strong as how the surface is clear. I feel fear to see obviously my future even my plan is obvious.

Yet I don’t take any detour, I go straight. I know what I have to do. I have to prepare to see myself. I need God’s back up. But God won’t help me unless I make efforts first or show my strong will. My own help describe the longitude and God’s help describe the latitude. Then both help create an orb. I have to grow my orb so that many people live on my orb. You know what I mean? I mean I don’t want to be a fig tree if you know what I mean.

What I have to do today? My main focuses are going to American embassy and see my friend who is working for a lawyer. See? how obvious my plan is.

I don’t know if I can call today 25th, should be I can. But regarding it makes me notice I am Japan. I had been away from Japan for exactly 2 years, but I didn’t want to come back yet. It’s not just because I don’t say I don’t like Japan. I like Japan, it just doesn’t fit me. I had been feeling this way for long time, long time. I was thinking I was weirdo because I was kind of different from ordinary Japanese. I kept modify myself before. I knew “difference” that I do not have to shame.

Anyway, I am sitting on a chair in the hotel lobby. 5:22 is the time, and many old people who are staying at this hotel are coming down. This hotel closes the main gate during night time, so we have to use “Night time entrance”. People don’t know where the night entrance is, and then I have to direct them. It was really funny, because people think I am working for this hotel. Of course I don’t. The first they annoyed me, but I had found the fun of directing people. Now I am trying to be as polite as possible and direct people correctly. I don’t think I can be typical Japanese for these actions I made…

What made me surprised are people. Now I can distinguish Asian people where comes from. Japanese is different from; even we are pretty much mixed in race up. I don’t have any idea to explain this, but I can tell. I think I tell people not only from appearance, the way to speak or gesture. Total information tells me, and Japanese behave like Japanese. I don’t know how to explain.

Anyway, I am Japan even if it is against my will…
I miss…

Unfortunately—to readers—today’s writing will be longer. I don’t think many people read this writing, but as long as I write something I will write as I am talking to. Anyway, just now I looked outside from the window of my room. I saw lots of building standing expressionlessly; it was weird to me. I felt the window was as if a TV monitor. Just because, I spent most of time in Oregon and California when I was in the U.S. Those places are, so to speak, rural. I have been to San Francisco sometimes and it is city. But SF is not the city which I think and is faceless. I think I felt cozy when I was in America more than I feel it in Japan. Maybe due to Tokyo, it is big different from my home town and America where I had lived.

You know, how much we are eating Japanese food now? I ate baked fish two dishes in a row. How marvelous this is having a chance to eat Japanese food. But I know I am going to miss the life that I had been eating cereal all the time. Might be I will be sick of Japanese food. I didn’t eat as much as Japanese do before… ate bread what I like was.

I don’t know how to write today. I mean the day, today is actually 24th in Seattle but 25th in Japan. I dare to say today is still 24th, or just I want to say.

Might be many people will furrow when I say I did not miss America, going back home and all. I don’t mean that way that most people will think. If I say so people think I wanted to go back to Japan in terms of this sound what I said. But I did not mean that way. I just mean I didn’t think I would never come back or anything. You know what I mean I just felt like I would come back soon. Al though I am not sure how or when I am just sure I will; that makes me feel I am coming back again, surely.

Anyway you can’t imagine how the plane was uncomfortable as coffin. I dislike a small place, I really do. For instance, I had taken MR, which takes pictures of your inside and all, I had to lie down on the bed and go into a hole which is as big as human body is. I felt like I was in a coffin. I hardly ever moved. Now I am feeling even worse, because I am surrounded by human body, trainees. It is difference between be in coffin by myself and be in different coffin which is made out of people. If you are in human coffin, it is really hot; and I don’t think what I am writing is correct. I might made lots of mistake on my writing. It is too hot to concentrate to write.

How randomly I am writing…Yuichi, Mizuho and Fumi talked with Vicky on the phone before we got on the plane. I didn’t I told her that I wouldn’t talk with her on the phone today. I thought I was right. I would upset her on the phone that I really didn’t want to. It was too early for us to talk on the phone. It will be okay, though. I hope it will come soon. Anyway, I hope she will be happy as nothing compared (make sense?). That is my only hope I would say if God tell me to say biggest hope.

I am going back to Japan, temporally. I may come back by myself when I come back. Fumi and Yuichi and I were parted; we started walking on our own way. But I am really glad that we had really good meeting practically everyday at Silo. Life likes that season will rotate; someday we will see each other on our way.

When I was packing I found medications. I really forgot I had brought plenty of it from Japan with me. SULAMA, I will never forget this name of medicine, never. If I want to, but I am sure I can’t. This medicine saved my life from obstinate disease. Until I had met it, I was sure I am going to die. I do not mention what happened to me then and you don’t want to listen. But I actually I could go back to school after I started taking this medicine.
　
Anyway, I brought this medicine, because it might relapse. It didn’t, though.

I died already when I was 20 years old; at least I expected that I might die. That is why I don’t lose my hope. I once lost my hope and found.

The funny thing today is my boss made a speech at the party. I was really surprised when I heard of it. But I could tell the reason why; because his family has been taking trainees for 38 years or so. My boss had an honor to make a speech at the 40th anniversary party. He was tense a bit as well as Yuichi. It was sort of fun to see them. If I had been in their place I would be tense, though.



At the councilor’s house, we were not allowed to take pictures of the building in terms of security. But the building is more than 100 years old and seems every can break into if they want. If they want to secure, in the first place they have to rebuild the house. Anyway, I took some pictures of the building of the council. I am not going to show them on this blog, though. I’m not a betrayer or anything.



They gave us plenty of food to eat. But I really did not feel like eating anything. My stomach was hurting. I ate slightly then. My boss and trainees went to have seafood after we got out of the councilor’s house. But my stomach was still really bad. I have been stressed out in these days. It is no wonder I got stomach ulcer. I better stop thinking for a while deeply.

I went to a book store where I used to stop by in Seattle. Whenever I came to Seattle I went to this book store, The Eliot Bay Book Company. Yuichi and Mizuho and I went into the store to buy a book. What I was looking for is a book that was written by Isak Dinesen, OUT OF AFRICA. I figured I couldn’t buy this book in Japan even this book is pretty famous in the U.S. This book is too old, 1937, it was copied the first. I didn’t know about this book. All I know was that this book was really good. Usually I don’t follow any reputation, though. I just felt like buying this book.

Afterwards, we went to Fly art museum, that is about Russian art. It was kind of far, why we went there was because it was free to see arts. I like this museum not just because it is free. I have a favorite painting here, but unfortunately, the section where my favorite was closed for maintaining. I got pissed off a while. But right after that, I found an art that was like a doll, guy. The interesting thing is this was built by pictures. That artist took a thousand of pictures of a guy and then cut up each piece, like finger, nail, jaw, eye, shoulder, practically all part of human body. Then the artist glued pieces of pictures onto a dummy doll. It was really cool art that I have never seen before. I was satisfied by it.

Next, we went to was Sent James Cathedral RC that I had visited before once. But then the church was closed but this time. We went in and saw inside. It was really nice looking. Chairs are surrounding, 360 degrees, the table where probably the priest has a mass. I can’t imagine how he talks to everybody. There are two small places where people are praying. One of them, there is a statue of Mari. The other one, there is a object of flaming tree. It was probably about Moses when he climbed up Sinai Mountain and heard God’s voice. Sent James Cathedral RC…I couldn’t even take one picture. It was way too beautiful to take a picture. I thought I should have taken a picture with my eye. Anyway the way to God is not depended by beautiful or not, to tell you my true think.

I have only two days to go back to Japan. Now I have to do all by myself. How tough it is to carry out by oneself. But if I don’t I will be sunk. I have no choice. I have to make up my mind to stand on my two feet.

I am in Amtrak heading for Seattle. 8:15, I am really sick of train, already. I don’t think I will ever take train anymore. When I was a student, I used to take a ship to go back to Tokushima, my home town from Tokyo. I never got bored from ship; I took many times, and every single time it took me 18 hours to get my home town. One time the sea was really rough and I was ship sick all way to Tokushima. It was the worst experience of ship; but I still want to use ship. I do not know why I like ship; maybe I just want to the sea, ocean. Somebody says every living things came from the sea; I do not agree to it, but the sea is great to look.

Now I am seeing the Oregon’s mountains. I feel it was long time that I was in CA for 7, 8 days. Lots of stuffs came by; it did not make me clam or anything, as most of vacations do satisfy people. I mean I could not take it easy except Justina and P.J. came to SF to see me. Anyway the vacation, shall I say, is almost over and it would never happen again, never happen. People think something happens again, but it doesn’t. I am passing one mountain, which I don’t know the name, I will never pass this mountain again; even if I do, this mountain will have different appearance. Only now, I can see these mountains and I chose to see these mountains. If I did not chose to see mountains I did not see them.

I chose to come to the, U.S. for a few options. I had a chance to keep working at the flower auction, start Company. Few choices, but I chose to go to America and I can’t take the other choices. My life has been created by my decisions. I have to make a decision everyday and it may decide, change my life. That’s why I have to learn more and have experience more not to make a bad decision. But it is also important that to make myself happy even if I had made a bad decision. That’s important.

Frankly, it is alright with if I take a bad chance. Sometimes I think, what I am come to the world for. I thought I should have being happy or made somebody happy or something. They are all true. But when I think deeper about it, my soul says different. It says I should polish my self in dirt. I have to grow myself all the way to grave yard. It also says everything that includes bad luck, wrong decision, burden, conflict, and so on help growing me. In terms of that I polish myself everything is good thing to me. Then I can not run away from problems that I have to manage. If I turn away from problems I never grow although I can make myself happy, temporally. But in the long run, I had better face to; this is the only time I can face to. This is the track that I never take again.

I arrived in Seattle around 12:30; it was 4 hours late. I did not even get pissed off or anything. I thought it happened and it was expected. So we expected it would be 3 hours late for when we were supposed to. Then we took a cab to get to the Vagabond hotel. The guy who took was kind of guy that came from Africa and for earning money for his family. Big difference between Mexican and him is English. Other than that it did not seem any difference. I don’t think English is matter as long as you stay in the U.S. But, it is not the only matter. Same thing happened to my mind before. I had been thinking English is the most important for starting company in the U.S. it is partly true too. But it is not all true. Maybe you can’t understand what I am saying. I mean many people try to stay in the U.S. —I don’t know why America attracts people a lot, even though I was one of them—but many people don’t have any particular goal to be here. At least I don’t like that way. I want to live with my will and dream wherever I am. If I don’t I am nothing anywhere. I don’t know what I am trying to say, yet I, at least want to say to me that I want to stay with my road that God shared me.

Anyway it is too late. It is time to start writing “Miger” that I am working on; it is my writing.

You can not imagine how I like writing something; even I do not have anything to write about. I don’t mean I do have no stuff to write. I have to write plenty of today. Now it is 1:51.

This morning I went to Sacramento airport (that kind of name) for seeing Benji off with every Japanese and Vicky. I thought it would be very dramatic that would make me tear or something. But we just dropped Benji near airport, that’s it. I asked Vicky why she did not give him any word or anything. She told me Benji would come back to Davis one week later. It made sense.

Mizuho and I went to MU to look some souvenir. But better looking stuff were expensive, and cheap stuffs were looked really badly. I wanted to buy sweat shirt; Mizuho and I expected the discount. But they were same place as it was in April.

Afternoon Yuichi went to see his friends and Mizuho and I went bike shop to pack our bike. They gave us a word that they would pack for us for nothing on Sunday. But they charged us 40 bucks each; they told us after they packed, that We had to pay. We got ripped off. Besides, We went to Post office to ship our bikes, that clerks told they could not ship those big box. I had to cut down…I opened my box to make sure how much I had to cut, then I noticed that one wheel was missing; so they did not put my front wheel. I went back to the shop and told about it, but they did not apologize or anything as if it happened everyday. They helped make box small but they lost their desire to help us. They let us borrow their stuff to re-pack. I went to Post Office again, but it was still big, only 3 inches big. I got cut from doing that work. My finger was still bleeding when I was talking with clerk. Woman clerk said
“IF YOU CAN’T CUT THAT BOX ANYMORE, YOU SHOULD CUT YOUR FINGER MORE HAHAHAHAHA”
I do not remember what she said exactly, but something like that. What a rude she was.

Mizuho and I were really furious this afternoon.

We are heading for Seattle tonight. Vicky and Helen and Anny will come to ship us to Amtrak station. Thank you very much. Where there are bad people, where there are good people as well.

continue from yesterday, what I wanted to say was, people had better focus on their good point; even it cause something unpleasant stuff, like temper, unpunctual ness. It was all gifted to you; they do not look like gifts.

I am ready to live with my all defects. People do not have to complain about their weak point. I am composed by all of my personality. Once I love my defects, I will see I am loved. But it takes people to notice it and people easy to part from it.

When you write something on your computer, that document can’t be too big, not as big as picture. But the writing can explain as much as picture does. Besides, I think writing is like picture, but each people image different picture, though. In a sense, we can not imagine a lot deeper when you see real picture. Picture is nice, I have to admit it.

Morning, I woke up around six. I prayed a bit in my bed and got up. I had some weird dreams. Yuichi and Mizuho were still sleeping then. To day we will see our TA, Shannon at Starbucks in University mall and see our friend, Corey, and have lunch together. Then we will go to Vicky’s graduation ceremony. Seemingly it won’t be rain. Great. Oh, Jesus showed up in my dream.

So, I went to Jimmy and Vicky’s graduation afternoon. It was nice to see Vicky’s family again. Mr. Kellogg, he is, as it were, gentleman. Liz and Cathy, they are really nice sisters, they really are. I will go to Helen, Anny and Vicky’s house tonight. What is going to happen? I have to keep eyes on myself.

So, I came back to my friend’s house. How was the visiting friend’s house? That was the worst experience I ever got this year. I could talk with Anny and Helen without problem, actually it was really fun. But once Vicky came back, I totally lose myself. I tried to act naturally and talked to her nervously. She did not seem like she wanted to talk with me. I tried to keep eyes on me and find the person to talk to. I talked to Helen and Ben (I do not know how to spell) for a while. I could use one hour with them. But Ben went to Helen and Anny started dishes. I had to manage to handle this predicament. I failed, in one word. I tried to speak to Vicky, she already did not want to talk to me.

I left there, earlier. I knew it was really impolite but I could not help but do it. I really could not for my life. I ignored all the traffic light. I did not mind dying. I did not even see if cars were coming. Tonight was nice day to die, even if you don’t agree. Please see me more God.

I did not see any dream yesterday. Any, and I went sleep laying down watching movie, rush more, on the couch. Rush more, it is one of my favorite movie that I bought in SF. I did not buy it for a while. Because, it is usually 34 bucks any store. But I bought it 19 bucks, good deal.
Anyway this movie is comedy. I don’t like most of comedy movies like American pie and all. They are just funny, but don’t make me think, or happy or even sad. These kinds of movie just go through my body and leave nothing inside. What I want to say is this movie “Rush more” is good, at least I think it is good.

I went to graduation ceremony, not only for taking pictures out side; we actually went inside to see. One year ago, my ex-girl friend took me to friend’s graduation, it was in a church, but I did not understand that at all, even I slept deeply. My ex-girl friend was sitting next me and said “Are you sleeping?” so, this time I wanted to know about the American graduation. Nevertheless, I did not understand even Vicky explained us. I was so sleepy this morning.

Afterwards, Mizuho and I parted from Yuichi and went to see friend. I was still sleepy and sort of down. We ate Vietnamese sandwich. But it did not make me feel better. Then we went to the friend’s apartment and watch movie. All of a sudden then, without reason, I noticed that I can not be another person. It makes you confused. I meant that people had better spend life as they are. For instance, I am spazy and tried to modify myself. Every single time I failed. I have to admit I am spazy at the same time that spaziness brings lots of my good personality as well. So, when I think that way, I can not get rid of my spazinaees, even if it is bad sometimes.

In one word, when you see a tree which does not look same seeing from different direction. And you hardly change yourself once you grow up, and you do not have to most of case, unless you got really nasty personality like tendency of stalking someone all the time and all. You should be as you are. God gave us different strong point and weak point. I dare to call them precious personality.

My left eye hardly works and looks odd. I usually forget about it; nevertheless it is as it is, whether I do care or not. I often tried to hide it and make it better. But it never got better or anything. Nobody wants to have this eye, I am pretty sure. But, fortunately most of my body parts except left eye are fine. I do not notice that I have almost fine body as long as I care about left eye. People are liable to concentrate to look closely their unhappiness and forget they are al most fine.

Actually if I did not have this eye, I could not win the national Kyudo competition. This defect, that I can not see the target, made me make efforts. God does not give you hard time without reason. All hardship have reason to come to you and they are not practical bad.

I had to see my behind of my eye lids for few hours. I have been cold for more than one month and sometimes my nose got choked up; and without exception I could not sleep. I have to manage to breathe with my mouth and when I did I could not sleep unless I was extremely sleepy. While I am breathing with my mouth I am close to death. Not physically death, mentally death it is. I have to realize that I face to death. It is easy as one plus one equal to two, but nobody notice till the last moment or when it is belated. It is no use that we think about death all the time, but we had better face to it once in a while otherwise we human beings tend to forget we are limited.

But, how cold stay more than one month in human body? I must be got something disease. I usually have been affected some kind of illness, fortunately. If you always thank to bad stuffs you never fail to make good use of your life.

So I am going to Davis to see my friends (at this point I am in San Francisco). I feel like I am a prisoner just come out to the light. It takes time to make myself settle in. I will stay there three days. I think I will be bored in Davis. I really will. Two months ago, it was paradise for me, but now everything changed as time past. Maybe I changed not everything. Once frog grow up it can not stay in water longer. Wait, I did not grow up at all and I am not frog. I must be tired, I need to sleep until I get Davis.

I came back to Justina’s house from graduation ceremony, after ceremony. There were lots of people taking picture with their family or friends. It was nice view to see; it reminded me of my graduation, a few years ago, a few. What I did then? My friends were waiting for me to give me flowers. But I went out from emergency exit, so they missed to hand it to me. Sometimes I remember about that and regret it that why I did. Sometimes, people stick on something what they did and cannot get them off from their head.

I hanged out with Justina till she left for Washington D.C. and then, Yuichi and Mizuho and I went to the downtown Davis for seeing Kinda, my friend. Kind, he is 20, the kind of a guy I do not have to think to hard when I talk to. I have many friends, but I don’t have many people who I can feel free to talk. It does not matter that my friend can speak Japanese. I am really lucky that I got Kinda. Thanks to God and myself who talked to him on the road strangely.

I am looking out from the window of the hotel I have been staying for four days. I am looking back on what I did and all. What kind of lousy stuff I had done? I am browsing around in my mind, and I found this.

Mizuho, Yuichi and I went to Golden Gate Bridge by bike. This is important that we used bike. It is not going to be exciting at all if we went there on foot or by car. It totally would not make sense in terms of what I have done for whole my life. I am not going into my whole life here, anyways. It makes me tired to talk about my cock eyed life and all.

There is only one thing what I want to write down here for recognizing I existed today. On the way to that bridge, it started raining. We could not expect that it would, but we could not stop biking because Yuichi rented a bike for twenty-six dollars. Rain kept harder as we got closer to the bridge. Yuichi and Mizuho were tired of biking in rain, especially Yuichi; he does not like biking in rain. I was biking behind them seeing beyond them as further as I could. The rain did not bother me; I don’t mind rain at all ever since I started biking a lot maybe when I was in high school. Anyway the funny thing was I sort of came near crying out. I was happy in the rain. This is strange, but I was happy, anyway. I’m not sure and I don’t feel like seeking why.

In this world there is something you don’t have to figure out; and if you figured out that would lose own shine. I was happy in the rain that is all I have to emphasize. Even the flat tire that I got could not make me depressed.