: Need to get out of this apartment. It’s haunted. There’s panic in these sheets, cold through the floor but the floor itself is not cold. Cleanliness is close to godliness. Room to room. Breathe in, breathe out. An excursion created to Homac and UniQlo. Vacuum bags are difficult to shop; can’t decide based color or design. UniQlo has run out of the jackets; shiny black with faux rabbit fur collar. Went to cross the street to YamadaDenki, cars refuse to stop. Slip on the ice, crash like I’m doing a cartwheel inside a backflip. See the gray gravel embedded in the smooth and dirty ice. The three of us laugh. “Must’ve looked very funny,” I said. Then A. falls after trying to be so careful. E. nearly pisses herself laughing. A printer for ¥460, I had nearly ¥6500 on my point card. Posful to wait for dinner with J. Baskin Robbins ice cream and I lay it out there. “We’re being stared at,” E. said. “Well, there are three beautiful people sitting in the Food Court of a mall. I’d be staring at us, too,” I said. “Maybe you can get an exorcism?” E. asked. “Ask M. about it.” “She would think I was out of my mind.” A taxi to Goyen for soup curry. A converted house, now a restaurant, low lights covered in sticks of bamboo. We talk more hauntings, communication with the dead, dreams. I had left my electric heater on. The Mentalist, Six Feet Under.
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