He comes home from work,
closes the door of his studio apartment and hangs up his coat. He dons his
black robe, makes a cup of tea, and then sits down on his tatami mat; the one
with the couple of rocks on it that he picked up from a weekend trip to the mountains.
He enjoys the quiet, or at least how much quiet he can get. He tries to escape
from whatever it is he wants to escape from, but a radio is thumping from the
parking lot, people pass by in the hall talking/yelling, a crying baby can be
heard from next door. He tries to imagine himself in Kyoto and for a moment all
is quiet and tranquil, but just then the phone rings.
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Seeking quiet, moments
of peace
Sitting on the mat, snow
melting on the floor
Not to be, maybe later
Maybe never
