Three Days of Happiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
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“And? Who’s gonna read it?”<br />
“Dunno. Doesn’t really matter. Writing it helps me sort things out. I<br />
can move things around to more logical places, like a defrag.”<br />
Even late into the night, my hand wouldn’t be stilled. It was far from<br />
being beautiful prose, but I was surprised how smoothly I could<br />
write.<br />
After twenty-two hours, I finally came to a sudden halt. I didn’t feel<br />
I could write any more today.<br />
I put the fountain pen on the table and went to get some fresh air.<br />
The man begrudgingly got up and followed behind me.<br />
Walking around aimlessly outside, I heard a taiko drum from<br />
somewhere. Practice for a festival, probably.<br />
“Since you’re an observer, you sold your time too?”, I turned and<br />
asked the man.<br />
“If I said yes, would ya sympathize with me?”, the man snorted with<br />
laughter.<br />
“Yeah, I would.”<br />
The man looked at me with surprise. “...Well, I’d like to tell ya I’m<br />
grateful, but truth is I didn’t sell no lifespan, no time, no health. I do<br />
this job ‘cause I want to.”<br />
“Bad taste. What’s so fun about it?”<br />
“Didn’t say it was fun. It’s sorta like visiting people’s graves. I’m<br />
gonna die someday. Might as well experience as much death as I<br />
can so I can accept it.”<br />
“Sounds like an old man’s idea.”<br />
“Yeah, ‘cause I am old,” the man said.