Marina
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pm | | Dance, dance, dance (8th Dec 22 at 1:38am UTC) | | I closed my eyes and stood still. I could feel the alcohol moving slowly back and forth in my body. I untied my shoelaces, took off my clothes and got into the quilt. I seem to be much more tired and intoxicated than I feel. I waited for the girl next to me to say, "Hey, I'm a little drunk!" " But no one said. I'm alone. Origin. I reached over and turned off the light switch. Are you dreaming of the Dolphin Hotel again? I couldn't help thinking in the dark. And I didn't dream anything. When I woke up in the morning, I felt an unstoppable sense of emptiness. Everything is zero. Not a dream, not a hotel. I do unexpected things in unexpected places. The shoes at the head of the bed, like two puppies lying on the ground, fell there lazily. Outside the window, the clouds hung low, and the sky looked very cold, as if it was going to snow. I have no interest in seeing such a sky. The clock pointed to 7:05. I turned on the TV with the remote control and curled up in bed watching the morning news for a while. The announcer is covering the upcoming election. After watching it for 15 minutes, I changed my mind and got up to go to the bathroom to wash my face and shave. To cheer myself up, I hummed the overture of "The Marriage of Figaro". After humming for a while, I realized that it might be the Magic Flute. So I thought about the difference between the two overtures, and the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Which is which? It seems that nothing can be done today. He shaved his beard and then his chin. As soon as I picked up my shirt, the button on the cuff fell off. At breakfast,plastic bottle making machine, I saw the girl I had seen last night, who was with her mother-like person. This time she didn't bring a single player, still wearing the "genesis" sweatshirt from last night, and reluctantly sipping black tea. She hardly touched the bread and scrambled eggs with milk and butter. Her mother, perhaps, was not very tall, about thirty-four or thirty-five. Wear a camel hair scarf sweater over a white shirt. Her eyebrows are exactly the same shape as her daughter's,Vegetable oil filling machine, and her nose is dignified and elegant. Her clumsy gesture as she buttered a slice of bread was a little touching. Her manner showed that she was clearly a woman who was used to being noticed. As I passed the table, the girl looked up at my face and smiled brightly. The smile this time was much more formal than last night, and it was a real smile. I was going to think of something alone at breakfast, but after the girl smiled back, I couldn't think of anything. No matter what you think, there is only the same language spinning in your mind. I had to stare at the pepper shaker and eat my breakfast without thinking about anything. Dance! Dance! Dance! 7 Do nothing. There is neither the right thing to do nor the desire to do. I went to the Dolphin Hotel on purpose, but the Dolphin Hotel that my dream was tied to no longer existed, so I had no other good plan. Anyway, I went down to the lobby first and sat down on the perky sofa to make a plan for today. But there is no plan. For one thing, I don't want to go shopping, and for another, I have no place to go. Watching movies is a good way to pass the time, water bottling line ,CSD filling line, but there is no movie you want to see. Besides, it's ridiculous to come to Sapporo to kill time in the cinema. So, what should we do? There's nothing to do. Oh, by the way, I suddenly thought of a haircut. When I was in Tokyo, I was so busy that I couldn't even spare the time to have a haircut. I haven't had a haircut for nearly a month and a half. This is an out-and-out, realistic and sound idea. The idea of getting a haircut because you have time is completely logical and justified wherever you take it. I walked into the hotel barber shop, which was bright and clean, and felt comfortable. I had expected more people to wait for a while, but because it was a normal day and early in the morning, of course, there was no one. There are abstract paintings on the grey walls, and Jack Rossi's Bach music is whispered from the stereo. It was the first time in my life that I entered such a barber shop. This is no longer called a barbershop. After a while, you may be able to hear Gregorian chants in the bathhouse and Ryuichi Kwon's songs in the reception room of the tax office. The barber who cut my hair was a young man in his early twenties. He doesn't know much about Sapporo. I said that there was a small hotel with the same name before the hotel was built, and he just said "ah" and seemed indifferent, as if it didn't matter. Cold! What's more, he was wearing a fashionable "beggar" shirt. But he was not a bad cook, and I left quite satisfied.
Walking out of the barber shop, I returned to the lobby to consider what to do next. I just killed 45 minutes. At one's wits' end. He had no choice but to sit on the sofa and look around blankly for a long time. The girl with glasses showed up at the front desk yesterday. When she met my eyes, she immediately looked a little nervous. What's the reason? Could it be that my presence stimulated something in her? Inexplicable. After a while, the clock pointed to 11 o'clock, and it was time to think about eating. I walked out of the hotel, thinking about where to eat as I walked, but none of the restaurants interested me. Actually, I don't have an appetite at all. No way, he casually went into a small shop in front of him, asked for a bowl of thin noodles and cold dishes, and drank some beer. It looked like it was going to snow soon, but it didn't fall. The clouds were motionless, like the flying islands in Gulliver's Travels, hanging heavily over the city. Everything on the ground was dyed gray. No matter knives and forks or cold dishes, beer, the uniform color is gray. I can't think of anything serious in this weather. In the end, I decided to hail a taxi to the city center and go shopping to kill time. I bought socks and underwear, extra batteries, travel toothpaste and nail clippers. I bought a sandwich for supper and a small bottle of brandy. It's not something you have to buy, it's just something you buy to kill time. In this way, two hours were passed. Then I started walking along the street. Passing by the shop window, I peeped for no reason, and when I was tired of looking,bottle blowing machine, I went into the restaurant to have a cup of coffee and read a biography of Jack London. So come and go, at least the twilight comes up. The day passed like a long, boring movie. It seems that killing time is a real pain. gzxilinear.com | |
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