I didn’t think you’d come, when I didn’t come out of the booth for a long time, I thought you’d come, you wouldn’t come, but you came, I stubbornly wouldn’t come out, ehhh. She hums the song again. The beautiful, almost skinless fingers of her hands have the color of soil; her cuticles have turned black. Nara’s gray woollen hat is visible through her fingers. She’s no longer shaking her head. When the song pauses for a moment, the sound of dripping water becomes audible in the deep silence, as if raindrops were dripping one by one on a tin roof. A puddle has formed between Nara’s legs. I really like to go inside a place and not come out. Go inside some place and wait for someone to come. When I was little, I would hide in the closet, I would crawl under the bed, but I would dream that they
