The new job was a honeymoon period with the shelf life of ninety days. It all seemed fantastic in the beginning—a health insurance premium, paid time off, the promise of growth. We were in the bull’s eye district of Dallas. Across our building sat a community gym. Two of my co-workers convinced me to join, the three of us like musketeers marching into the YMCA with our income verification and subsidized application fees. We had no excuse. Our company’s focus on work-life balance seemed, again, fantastic.
and when thinking about the mask for tonight, a few poems came to mind, but I lost them, so I thought, okay, I'll just practice my English.
Hajime no ippo! No one knows this game?
"This is absolutely essential reading—and you will need to spend some time with I AM NOT A WAR, revisiting passages from its past pages as you continue, taking in its images both written and visual. In this extraordinary time of dismantling the standards against which we measure socio-historical truth, Terazawa’s I AM NOT A WAR rings true."
One afternoon I caught him smiling there, a silent shrug in his breath clenching, then releasing a moth, then sparrow, then clay, then earthen grays, then a mushroom cloud igniting. Instead, let us remember it through song, he seemed to say through his teeth.