There's such a thing in front of Daijou Bookstore now?
A box where you can drop off letters. Where passersby can freely choose to care to pick or not.
Strangers reading strangers’ most private thoughts.
Who thought of such an idea?
You can't even pen a response to the writer. A one-way communication project?
Who thought of such an idea?
“You can only take a letter once you've dropped one in the box, maam.” The lanky worker informed, smiling.
My hand, which excitedly went for the opening of the box a few seconds ago, hung awkwardly mid-air.
As if to save me from embarrassment, he placed a pen and paper on top of it with an unfaltering smile and a slight bow of head.
I wrote: Damn this world that will not even take a pause after I'm gone from its canals.
And threw it in.
“You can only take one letter from the box, maam.” Now his smile has become annoying.
I narrowed my eyes at him before I aggressively dropped back the extra letters and walked away, frowning, with only one left on my hand.
“How stingy,” I whined.
I went back to my new apartment room, ran hot water on the small tub, and carefully opened the neatly folded paper as I soaked in the filthy water of the third world:
Dear Kafka,
I think we may be of the same kind. I think people see me the way you think people see you - the anathemas that we are. These are bone-chilling thoughts.
But I welcome it all today.
-Xu
Well, I didn't know I'd find love right away.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Kafka
Romance[CPN] Riko was nearing the end of her life. What she decided to do for the remainder of it was to find someone to love. She never knew it would be so beautiful, maddening...turbulent. She got what she wanted and Lord knows it was the first time.
