Come Back the Day Before Yesterday, at the Exit

- Dedicated to Yomogi-san

I feel like I was told to "come back the day before yesterday" not the day before yesterday, but the day before that. Wait, let me think. Was it actually three days ago?

My memory is hazy.

Is it because I just ate?

"They're making a fool of me."

And so, I walked along, wondering if I should really go back the day before yesterday.

No, wait. Was it actually three days ago?

My memory is hazy. Hazy-wazy.

Walking while thinking is dangerous. Danger is dangerous.

Between two stools, Abraham had seven sons, one was tall and the rest were small.

I tripped and fell.

Oh my, I thought, what a terrible rudeness, just as it happened.

I was so shocked I turned into Kinichi Hagimoto.

I almost blurted out, 'How far will you go?'

No, if it happens, it happens, like nata de coco.

That time will be that time.

In case of emergency, I should just call Kazuo Tokumitsu.

If he covers for me with that friendly smile, everything will work out just fine.

It seems that when people fall, they scatter apologies into the air. While saying something like 'vihe'.

Even though I hadn't bumped into anyone yet, I had said 'I'm sorry' about 12.5 times in my heart.

Because the exit was blocked.

To be precise, I was the one who blocked it.

I wasn't messing around.

I tripped, so give me a break, that's how it is.

Beyond the ticket gate, the world is operating as usual.

Only on this side, time has slipped off its track.

Why am I getting so serious?

It's not like this is literature.

At that moment, for some reason, a sign that said "5 minutes to the station" caught my eye.

Absurd motivation.

I don't know what it means, but it had momentum.

That's when I remembered Naomi.

(My first love was Naomi. Eek, how embarrassing~)

Naomi, a maiden who falls in love with Chuya Nakahara day and night.

(My first love is...)

A woman who falls in love with a poet, gets rejected in reality, and cheers three times.

Naomi used to say.

"Love, you see, is funnier when it doesn't work out."

She turned her love for Chuya (*which didn't exist) into a comic to vent her desires.

The sake bottles were exaggerated, the moon was excessively round, and the words spilled out of the speech bubbles (*meaning unclear. It doesn't really matter, so it's fine).

It was a huge sensation.

It was half-crazed.

It was a major controversial work.

It wasn't much of a work.

(*What is this? I don't know which one is true.)

The reader, and Naomi herself.

(My first love was...)

Back then, I was letting rice balls rot.

I was letting myself rot in the stupidity of having let them rot.

In the end, I was on the verge of sulking at myself for being unable to even take care of myself.

I feel like I'm left out in the rain on a desk.

Curled up like a seal, I was giving off the scent of wormwood.

Life is mostly made up of comparisons like this.

I trip at the exit, block the exit, look at the exit, and am reminded of Oarai Beach.

I don't know why.

There's no way I could know.

Because even the author doesn't know what they're talking about.

The word 'exit' brings with it all the 'inescapability'.

Naomi said.

'If there's no exit, you should just draw one.'

She scratched her head. And her bottom while she was at it.

I wanted her to scratch my back, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Love, falling down, poetry, and the helpless everyday life.

That line was trembling, yet it was certainly charming and alluring.

I finally stood up and passed through the exit.

No one should be looking at me, no one should have seen me fall at the exit.

I was naive.

The words "come back yesterday" are the only thing that still faintly, persistently, and even if a little late, feel like they are clinging to the corner of my consciousness.

Perhaps, I haven't been seen.

But, "this is fine"—now I truly understand how Bakabon's Papa feels.

Eight minutes of nonsense, five minutes to the station.

In life, you can trip many times even over a distance like that. No one knows what will happen.

Much less can anyone guarantee that you won't trip at the exit.

Fall seven times, stand up eight.

At the Nanamagari Police Station, the contrarian detective who was still doing his impression of Kinya Aikawa tripped spectacularly.

It's fine for an exit to leave from an exit, or to enter from an entrance, and the ultimate scenario is to encounter an exit who has lost track of where the exit is and is wandering around the school building with teary eyes lol

Can someone tell the exit?

Not an entrance, but a genuine, extra-large, and eternal exit

Whether or not the person involved later found out that the entire sequence of events at the exit, which they were blocking at the time, had been witnessed is something I do not know at this point.