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Some time ago, towards the beginning. Eri, Nicky, and I were eating cheap ramen in some dive in Shibuya, sometime before the last train. Too Little Too Late by JoJo was playing. There was so much promise and excitement, of starting a new life - perhaps even my first - with my new friends. Time was expansive and boundless.

Some time later. Now. At home by myself, just having finished eating some oatmeal and watching Project Runway. Too Little Too Late by Jojo was playing. Two days after our going-away party, where an hour was spent in the bathroom crying with Eri and Nicky. Time is finite.