The Kimochi Warui Diary
The view outside of the train window is pitch black. We are hurtling through space and time at an unknown rate. The other passengers have their heads down or turned away. Jotaro sits across from me. We are alone and out of things to say to each other. Did we ever have much to say to each other in the first place? I pull out the book I brought along for the journey. It’s rare for me to sit down and read through a hundred pages of a book, but in the comfort of the gently rocking train, I do so with ease. Every time I feel like looking away from the book, I realize there is nothing to look at. I don’t stop until I finish the book. Now, its only purpose is to safeguard the photograph of me and Yuno.