I was very hungry. It was about two p.m. It was an unbelievably dark night as if someone had spilt Calligraphy ink in the air. I pulled myself out of the bed and went to the kitchen. I remembered some bread left there.
But it wasn’t there.
“Where has it gone?”, I said to myself.
“About what?”
The voice came from my back. My girlfriend was there. She should have been in bed. Probably she felt I crept out of the bed and followed me.
“My bread.”, I replied to her. “I can remember I left it here yesterday, but I can’t find.”
She grined. Her smile was always such a smile as a slash between this world and that world. I couldn’t explain what the latter world was, though.
“It has gone to the moon.”
“Moon? Why do you know that? I wonder why my bread flew by itself to the moon. How did it do such a unimaginable thing?”
“ I’m convinced. Why can’t you make out?”,she exclaimed. “I always tell you this king of thing,but you may be the last person to understand what I mean. I took a walk in the daytime yesterday and fed pegions in the park. Maybe they could understand a little more than you. Plus, pegions are able to fly to the middle of the sky. Well...I mean, this world connects to that world. That means that world connects to this world,too. Everything contains everything, doesn’t they? Shouldn’t it be what I always tell you?.”
Oh boy. How can some bread and the “this world to that world” matter be related? The more I talked with her, the more confused I seemed to be.
“And We eat everything from one mouth and get rid of from the other.”, I tried saying.
A little pause.
“You can be right to some extent. That’s how, man was able to reach the face of the moon as if some bread were got rid of from one mouth .”
I felt hunger that I was getting to be more irritated by her words. Otherwise I would, I thought, really continue to talk with her endlessly. But at the time I didn’t respond to her and opened the refrigerator. Nothing I could eat was in it. Only in there were a bottle of milk, fruits juice, and two eggs.
I sighed. Seemingly all that were supposed to have been into my stomach flew for the moon hand in hand. I walked to the window and looked up to the moon. Night was still dark, of course. It seemed to be rather darker. In the night sky—like the sky drawn by Gogh—was a nearly full moon floating. I felt if I squinted I could see foods that should have been in my refrigerator were flying in the middle of the starry sky, so I tried doing. When I did that, however, the only thing that happened was night turned a little darker again.
It was about time. I turened to her and .......
But it wasn’t there.
“Where has it gone?”, I said to myself.
“About what?”
The voice came from my back. My girlfriend was there. She should have been in bed. Probably she felt I crept out of the bed and followed me.
“My bread.”, I replied to her. “I can remember I left it here yesterday, but I can’t find.”
She grined. Her smile was always such a smile as a slash between this world and that world. I couldn’t explain what the latter world was, though.
“It has gone to the moon.”
“Moon? Why do you know that? I wonder why my bread flew by itself to the moon. How did it do such a unimaginable thing?”
“ I’m convinced. Why can’t you make out?”,she exclaimed. “I always tell you this king of thing,but you may be the last person to understand what I mean. I took a walk in the daytime yesterday and fed pegions in the park. Maybe they could understand a little more than you. Plus, pegions are able to fly to the middle of the sky. Well...I mean, this world connects to that world. That means that world connects to this world,too. Everything contains everything, doesn’t they? Shouldn’t it be what I always tell you?.”
Oh boy. How can some bread and the “this world to that world” matter be related? The more I talked with her, the more confused I seemed to be.
“And We eat everything from one mouth and get rid of from the other.”, I tried saying.
A little pause.
“You can be right to some extent. That’s how, man was able to reach the face of the moon as if some bread were got rid of from one mouth .”
I felt hunger that I was getting to be more irritated by her words. Otherwise I would, I thought, really continue to talk with her endlessly. But at the time I didn’t respond to her and opened the refrigerator. Nothing I could eat was in it. Only in there were a bottle of milk, fruits juice, and two eggs.
I sighed. Seemingly all that were supposed to have been into my stomach flew for the moon hand in hand. I walked to the window and looked up to the moon. Night was still dark, of course. It seemed to be rather darker. In the night sky—like the sky drawn by Gogh—was a nearly full moon floating. I felt if I squinted I could see foods that should have been in my refrigerator were flying in the middle of the starry sky, so I tried doing. When I did that, however, the only thing that happened was night turned a little darker again.
It was about time. I turened to her and .......