“Hello, future Nami. I’m the high school Nami. Nice to meet you. I think you’d be an artist by now. And once you’re in college, you’d be a DJ. And I also want to become an owner of a comic bookstore. I won’t charge late fee. Also… I think you really look like Sophie Marceau. I’ll be in movies like La Boum. And I also wanna become a dancer…”
“Hope can’t be said to exists, nor can it be said it not to exist. It is just like the roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.”
So that was it. Familiar places I’d visit after my overnight part-time job.Their faces, clothing and directions were all the opposite of mine. I’d never mixed with students or company employees. I wanted to be one of them so desperately that I couldn’t see the ugly truth. I was still going the different direction. I’m alone here too. Only I didn’t know that truth when everyone else did. All this chaos in order. I wonder would it ever be possible to have an agreement?