Trying to distract my weariness in a cafe after work, I chose some rock on my iPhone, and lit up a cigarette. I wondered lazily whether I would have lived a different life if on that day at the sea, I’d had the courage to dive in still wearing my high school uniform. Moving my heavy body, the tension pulled the headphones from my ears. The cafe was playing Liszt’s ‘Dreams of Love’.
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