Middle-aged men in business-casual attire take turns to give us lectures. They talk about what they have done in the past 20 years and their work ethics. I am among the 40 of us young people, all in our mid-20s, together quietly seated for 8 hours in the hall on the 11th floor. I occasionally look out the window to see the facades of the buildings, whose unhinged heights and widths hardly reveal the pavement.
In the morning, I was walking alongside the people off the metro. My eyes fixed at their feet: they crept towards the gate for the ground. There are always different flows of the crowd to respective directions at the gate. Flows smoothly emerge, clash, intertwine, and disappear. Apparently, no one collapses or kisses the pavement amidst the crowd. I even spotted several Americans and West Europeans - some, in their shorts, curiously looking into our faces, and the others being overwhelmed as if they are the only ones who can question modern livings. I proceeded on my way feeling my stiff suit jacket.
The lecturer is congratulating our starting carrier for them, then he announces that we are responsible agents from now onwards. He claims, because we are the representatives for the company, we ought not to act stupid. We are the face of the company. Eris whispers to my left ear: “Since all of us are faces, this company is empty.” Without turning towards her, I’m feeling my dark, stiff suit jacket.
Ruby would yell on the 110. Whenever I was late for her, she would yell at me in my car. On the way to the campus, she had to curse me and the drivers on the neighboring lanes. But still, Ruby was holding my hand tight all along. No purpose surprises me, but I still remember her sweet, irritated face.
In the causal relationship between King’s survival and people’s survival, did Okuzaki see deception back then, but yes, my parents, their virtue being apolitical within the umbrella of the lineage of the King, are the reason I, so proud and multifaceted, enjoy culture. I am anywhere.
I saw God. God is real. I still got the rod. It’s just that I can’t speak very well. My face turns red, my tongue gets twisted in front of the crowd. I always feel like living multiple lives in front of the crowd. Perhaps I was dehydrated when I saw. Because I was drunk, certainly. I’ve been going out a lot recently. I might have heard him wrong, at least. If I actually did, they’d think of me crazy for saying wild things. Probably I did. I did hear him wrong. I got the rod, though.
The face of the flow in the metro is direction, and the face of me is the company. The rod will take you back to America, and there it speaks very well.