Tokyo Oasis Page #3

Even before, there was no chance

for just the two of us to talk.

Now that you mentioned it, we didn't.

We really didn't.

Sorry, it's getting late.

Isn't it time to close here?

It's alright.

Kikuchi san, are you always here

by yourself?

There's usually another person

a young man to check the tickets.

He's out now on an errand.

Is he?

It may take a little more time.

I see.

How have you been since then?

Sorry to have disappeared

without saying goodbye.

It's just that,

suddenly you were gone.

Sometimes I wondered how you're doing.

I asked around,

but no one seemed to know.

I was thinking

I should at least tell you, but

after leaving the job,

I couldn't think of anything for a while

and did nothing.

I traveled abroad and

after some time had passed,

I thought it was time for me

to do something.

I took on a totally different job once,

but somehow i returned to a place

close to familiar grounds.

I've been working here

for the past few years.

A movie theater.

The movies you appeared in

are also shown here sometimes.

Here?

Sometimes new movies and

at times some old ones.

What about the movies you wrote?

We've shown them as well.

You still don't write?

I quit writing then.

Did you?

I thought about writing again, but

restarting something I had given up once,

somehow felt uneasy,

a sense of resistance within myself.

Why did you quit writing scripts?

Asking such a straight forward question

is so much like you , Touko san.

Is that so?

But it's been bothering me all along.

All the people I asked just knew

you'd quit, but not the reason.

They did?

Why did you quit?

In my heart,

I no longer found meanings

to continue in that way.

Perhaps, I realized

I'd have continued to write

without really knowing anything.

The more I wrote, the more questions I had

about other people and myself.

The questions increased.

Without solving these questions,

I, more or less, began to accept

the things that seemed fine

on the surface in my daily life.

Then, I noticed

what'd become of me.

Thereafter, all kinds of things

such as from sceneries to

everything inside my head

suddenly went blank.

Now, I see.

In those days,

you were thinking these things.

Sorry, I'm the only one talking here.

Don't be sorry.

Now to think about it,

you're the kind of person who'd think

that way. Somehow I can understand.

Can you?

In fact I think it's natural for people

to think that way.

But the fact I felt that way

about myself and my work

was something never dawned on people.

Maybe so.

While thinking only about these things,

I realized I'd worried to much

about what people thought of me.

I can now consider these things as minor.

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