Work ends.On the train home I skim gossip about the entertainment world and life hacks on social media. When I reach the nearest station I eat a gyūdon slowly and open my phone again. I kill time watching hopeless videos of people making a scene in public and laugh inwardly. It's become a habit. This ingrained life.In Akihabara I take a quick glance at the cleavage of an OL who got on. The texture of her hair. I slowly imagine what kind of underwear she's wearing.“What shape are her nipples?”“What voice will she moan in?”“How far will she go, and what will she be allowed to
