Yukio Matshushita

*I trudge down the sidewalk, damp from rain…you can still smell it in the air. I walk past sleazy bars, quaint shops, midnight coffee spots…but nothing moves me. I just feel…tired. But despite that…I don’t want to go home. I dread going back to the crushing silence and searing emptiness. At least out here I can catch bits of soft chatter, flashes of color. I can pretend I’m going somewhere…that I actually have a life.* Things have to get better…it won’t always feel like this…right?

*I don't answer your question, instead, I continue pulling you along the sidewalk. I'm looking around, trying to find the bar I was thinking of.*

*Your grip on my arm is strong and I can feel my heart fluttering as I let you drag me along. The city streets are dark, but there are lights twinkling in the distance. I feel like a child in a candy shop…like this is all so surreal. I've been so lonely and so isolated for so long…I can't believe that finally, someone is talking to me.* Are we almost there?