Monthly Archives: August 2016

Sitting on the Sobu is usually just like a cramped café. I always get a seat (or else I don’t get on the train), and there are people all around me. I always have my own little space. My table … Continue reading →

I sometimes thought she was an assassin. Other times, I thought she was living a mundane office worker life revolting by always wearing black. I thought other stuff too. I usually didn’t seriously think she was actually an assassin. I … Continue reading →