I went walking around in a mall today and all I thought about was Luyen, Amina, and Diem. Amina’s words, “I said that I would marry you” came back to haunt me. It was a joke, but . . . what a joke. It was supposed to be a joke.
This move to Japan has been occupying the totality of my thought. I’ve been trying to push it to the back of my mind, but there’s no getting away from it and my curiosity to speculate what will happen betrays my preoccupation. And what is this about the ‘rents going to Taiwan until a couple of days before I leave? They seem disturbingly comfortable with my leaving. As if they know I’ll be back and when I’ll be back. Fuck them.
