Maia Nebula!

I can see it coming.

I’ll arrive when the class is about to start; it’s better than hanging there, wasting precious minutes in waiting inside a cold classroom.

I’ll wait for my turn to spit out blocks of nonsense which I managed to cram into my brain so poorly that it freezes in the middle of the process. The suffering will continue until the last shards of sentences are removed from my flesh, slowly, with no anaesthesia. What shall I do about these open wounds? Apply some lemon, add another paragraph, stare into the void while thousands of questions are being asked.

Yes, I’ve already tried looking at it from the bright side; I’ve even preached the possible benefits of this daily exercise, so reminiscent of Tom Sawyer. However, when I find that I have to dedicate the best minutes of dawn to thoughts other than my own, I wonder whether this is some kind of Dantesque Inferno at the end of which I’m supposed to, like the bitter poet, gratefully encounter the familiar yet breathtaking view of a starry sky.

At least Mt. Fuji is visible for the third consecutive day. That should be a good sign.

My favorite thing about this dorm is the view of Mt. Fuji. The landscape changes dramatically when the clouds recede and blue sky reveals a chain of rugged mountains. Then, like an elegant tall woman at the back of a group picture, Mt. Fuji glances at us from afar.

And we stare at each other for a long, long time…

This is the time of the year when the moon is the roundest, they say.

The world keeps getting older, some humans make their debut onstage, some others leave. Today is an important day for some, today is a sad day for some, today is just another day. It’s another day and the moon is so beautiful.

Montserrat Caballé sings a lullaby and makes me want to cry. How I wish life weren’t supposed to be reduced to a couple of books, but I know I could make this so much easier on myself if I didn’t think of it as a burden, if I didn’t associate it with the monotonous, arrow-like lifestyle that pervades this dormitory.

I’ve been thinking too much today. When will I finally give myself a break?

1. We attend the same class. My seat offers a perfect view of his, and vice versa. He knows when I don’t want to answer the teacher, and I notice when he finally laughs at a common joke. However, it’s all the same as if we sat in different classrooms. Last night I ran into him at the cafeteria. “What a pleasant surprise”, he exclaimed with a wide smile. We ate together and talked with delight, as if the distance between us were soon to become, once again, kilometric.
2. Today, for the first time, I saw a young shaven-headed Japanese man. I couldn’t help staring.