This isn't a diary, and I personally can't really see myself commiting to write a diary. I must, however, clarify that I did go through moments in which lying in my bed and writing in a flux would help me organize (or mess up) my own thoughts. Anything would just jump in on and join that flux writing state. Therefore, there was surely a fair amount of personal matters jolted down, but what are personal matters if not a less potent version of society's matters with a name stamped on them? As I type this on this little technological prize I'm showing off, a girl across the wagon checks her make up very ostensively. Girls can sometimes be very silly in how they show off. The train stops and some more peple get in, forming the "gaijin perimeter" around me. I would have been bothered some months ago, but now it amuses me. And one thing that has been asked of me several times by Japanese people, and I didn't quite realize how to properly answer, is: why do you l...
