This is somewhere going to disappear in Tokyo, and I’m deploying myself to here and creating my ‘double‘ from a certain view.

It is defined as nowhere to mention historically even with micro view. But, for certain persons, it’s definitely denied when it’s mentioned in relation to their own life.

“It must have been our place.“
“Nowhere to say that ‘It’s my place‘ more than that place.“
”What is like to be a member of the place to stay and live? “
”How it’s like to find and pursue our aim in our life?”

We had persons to eat with. We had a place to gather, think and talk.
It’s not like treasures that is often referred to when elders talk about their old and shiny youth memories. It’s still alive and keep breathing in our mind as if immediately we could take it out. It’s real, and it will be.

Now, I’m going to forced to be an outsider separated from the real world, which is without any relationship with outside-world, just because the place has let me keep it while I was there.