At the busstop, on the way to Shinjuku...
-at a bus stop in a quiet area near Shinjuku, in the soft steady rain-
foreign man: (very suddenly, in American English) You live around here?
me: Kind of... I mean, yes, I have for a little while, but only for the next couple of days... I go back on Sunday.
foreign man: Back where?
me: America.
foreign man: What part?
me: I live in Florida, but I go to school in Chicago.
foreign man: So you've been studying?
me: Yep. What brings you here?
foreign man: (as the bus pulls up) **glazed, lost expression** That's... a very good question. And a very long story.
-end of conversation-
May 29th