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Taronyasbub
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There once was a hopeless man. In pursuit of romance, his own aesthetics, and truth that deferred to no one, he had fallen — fallen to what seemed, by society's measure, a point of no return. The woman he believed in lost all patience with him. On the day a friend — one with whom he had spoken of the future — walked away, a sensation seized him without warning, as though a thread had come undone. Hundreds of kilometers away, the faces of his children and companions bled faintly across his mind. With the last of his money, wanting only to draw a little closer to home, he left Tokyo and headed west. But he made it only as far as Nagoya. There, he drank through the night with an old friend, and once again sang ceaselessly of his love for this world. Here too, the ground remains covered in concrete. A token gesture of nature amid the urban landscape. As if in contrast, the sky alone stretches on without end. Somehow, he felt he could breathe a little deeper than in Tokyo.
