some days....
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2007.11.16
Recently, I was heading into the office for my 'normal' 09:00 (I fairly regularly start at 07:30 as well) and there was the usual crowd hanging around having a smoke.
There was also one guy with the usual suit and briefcase vigorously chugging down a beer. I guess some days are just worse than others.
There's also a young fellow who seems to have taken up residence in the unadorned brick plaza between the different office and commercial buildings in the complex where I work. This morning he was lying on the cold bricks, soaking up some sun.
Harumi seems like a long way from anywhere you'd want to try to survive on the streets, but what the hell do I know.