A man gets off the subway carrying a black laquered case. He goes to Times Square, unfolds a cloth on the ground, kneels on the cloth, opens the case and removes a black laquered sword.
After fumbling with the sword for several minutes, he opens it and drops the sheath to the ground. It makes a hollow clatter. He sneezes.
As he looks for a tissue, a taxi goes by and splashes last night's rain onto him.
The man decides not to bother blowing his nose after all, as he's about to make a far bigger mess.
"For honor!" he shouts, and commits seppuku.
No one notices.
Hours later, a boy who had been walking down Broadway wonders just what is on the bottom of his shoe.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
How I feel.
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Thank you for making my post make perfect sense.
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