City Series:Volume7 Layer 12

Layer 12: Words

11/15/1998

23:59

The day would be ending soon.

I was walking back from the convenience store along the usual road following the railroad.

I could see my breath and the air was cold despite the lack of wind.

It was very much a night on the border between fall and winter. The winds weren’t in a rush and just floated high in the sky, chatting.

Just as I started to walk on, I heard your voice.

“Oh, were you visiting the convenience store too?”

I turned around to see you with Daitarou on your head approaching from the way I needed to go. You noted the shopping bag in my hand.

“What, did you choose the one further from your home? Did you want to take a walk?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you doing the same? I ran into Snowy earlier.”

“I ran into Lady buying supplies. She says she’s going patrolling in the Kanagawa area in the Boss’s car.”

“Then Senpai must one back at our base. As usual.”

“Yes, as usual.” You smiled bitterly, stopped walking, and looked into the sky. “We have an awfully busy normal, don’t we? I never thought I would live a life like this back when we went to the Mountain.”

I hadn’t thought it even before the Mountain, but that was life, I suppose.

It would be tomorrow soon. An idea occurred to me, so I tried it.

If you throw a punch with belief in your heart, all things will receive the blow in accordance with the conservation of energy.

I tried punching the date, but did that make it tomorrow?

I noticed you and Daitarou tilting your heads and looking at your watch.

“It was right at midnight, so it’s hard to say.”

Author Comment:

This is the final moment of the day.

The title page stories cover a single day, but that didn’t include the Professor or Senpai, did it?

Record 3: Waiting for an Answer

02/18/1997

11:50

There I was taking my entrance exam.

Ugh, exams are such a pain. Entrance exams or final exams, they were all awful.

After all, you had to go through them and write that you knew the answer after each question.

Q. When was Japan formed?

“I know that one.”

Q. Satoshi-kun is X. Is Hitoshi-kun Y?

“That goes without saying.”

Q. This is Question 7. Are you ready for it?

“I was born ready.”

Q. I-i-i-it’s me me me me.

“Yeah, I know.”

As you can see, they were all such boring questions. Did that mean I was smarter than I thought?

Before I could answer my own question, I arrived at the exam’s final question.

Q. Anzwer me.

What the hell is “anzwer”? The name of some obscure tribe? Or just a typo?

Either way, I had to anzwer it, so I got to writing.

“Consider yourself anzwered.”

There, that should do it.

Author Comment:

When you look at entrance exams closely, there are a lot of questions you can answer any way you want or where all the options are correct. Especially with history questions.

Record 61: If That’s All

04/28/1998

9:41

Second period was a study hall with Sensei.

She walked into the classroom, told us to start studying, and took a nap. I went to the cafeteria and studied up on taking breaks and eating.

A lot of us had the same idea, so there were a fair number of people around.

The cafeteria TV was showing footage of Kansai, something we never could have seen just a few years ago.

They were starting to construct a humongous tower there. It was called Babel, it was supposed to be more than 3km tall once complete, and it would be able to send Words to the entire world. In other words, it was a communication tower.

The Great Canopy covering the planet prevented the launch of communication satellites, so the entire world was focused on the tower. Oftentimes as a possible threat.

Everyone thought the city with a facility capable of communicating with the entire world would become the new center of the world.

That should have been an issue for the grownups to worry about, but Babel’s inventor apparently wanted a student to be the first one to use it. That was what the TV program was talking about. A student news competition called the Battle of Babel would be held in Osaka and the winner would get to use it first. It would take a full year starting from next April. Some current seniors said they were intentionally failing their classes so they could repeat the year and compete.

How would this turn out? Not that it was any of my business.

Author Comment:

Sensei is sleeping because springtime is for napping.

The protagonist says the Babel stuff is none of his business, but this is also when he’s deciding whether or not he will go to the Mountain.

Record 89: That is a Memory

11/01/1998

1:03

The school festival starts today. Technically speaking, it starts this morning.

I was in the science specimen room to help the Professor prepare. He apparently had something for me to carry, but…

“What is this big light? There’s a string instrument in an unlabeled bottle over here and a celluloid desk pad that broke after being provoked too much 3000 years ago.”

To sum up the room…

“What a weird place.”

“That just shows you how important its contents are,” said the Professor while instructing some freshmen to carry things out. Then he pushed his glasses up his nose and looked to me like he had only just noticed me. “How fascinating. There is a specimen of a once-a-millennium idiot in here.”

“Do you want me to punch you?”

“What a strange thing to ask out of the blue. You have no intention of holding a coherent conversation, do you?”

“Unfortunately, the courts don’t open until the morning. The hospital, however, is open now, so I can punch you, right?”

“Before you do, can you say one thing to me: ‘curse your unparalleled genius’.”

This sounded like a pain, so I punched him before he was done talking. The monkey flew over to and crashed into the wall, bounced off, and immediately hopped back to his feet.

“Ouch. You certainly are the perfect example of a violent student. Now, can you get to work?”

“Yeah, yeah. So what exactly do I need to carry?”

“Bring that there out.”

He pointed at something on the wall.

I noted it looked like a fossil as I approached.

“How old is this?”

“Not even I know if it is younger than the school or if it was brought forward from prehistory by its Concept Existence Lives.”

“Huh, so not even a weirdo like you knows.”

“Oh? I appreciate the honorable title. Now, how about an injection for free? Just one and your brain will be a much more peaceful place.”

“Has it been clinically tested? On your brain?”

“Indeed it has. It peacefully activated all the right parts, making me very happy. Humans really need to be honest with themselves.”

I wanted to punch him, so I was honest with myself and did so.

I reached for the fossil on the wall and found it was extremely solid. Or rather…

“This sure is heavy. Can I really carry this?”

“That is a conversation to have between your fist and your inadequate brain.”

“ ‘Excuse me, fist? Can I punch this monkey?’ ‘Sure you can. But don’t overdo it because I don’t want to get too filthy.’ ”

“Why are you muttering under your breath? If you want to talk to yourself, do it to my face. Like you always have.”

He wasn’t making any sense, so I punched him.

The time he spent airborne and bouncing was a lovely respite from his voice. After some quick thought, I raised my fist in front of the fossil.

If you throw a punch with belief in your heart, all things will receive the blow in accordance with the conservation of energy.

I punched its weight.

The lightened fossil came away from the wall easily and I looked at the wall where it had been.

The next fossil was already budding there.

Author Comment:

Every school has a supply room, but they tend to be strange places.

Back at my school, it contained a globe larger than the room’s entrance. How did they get it in there?

Just like with the school library, it feels like a place full of valuable things no one knows to look for there.

Record 7: Or Were They Just Words?

03/16/1997

16:18

It was almost graduation, so today had been our last ordinary classes. That also meant this was our last middle school afternoon.

My classroom was on the third floor. If I sat by the window and looked down, I could see the courtyard You could tell it was the courtyard because they were holding a trial there.

Further out, the sports teams were practicing, slacking off, or entering sketchy trances, but there wasn’t a 3rd year among them.

They were all 2nd and 1st years.

The school newspaper I held was also entirely made by 2nd and 1st years starting this edition.

Maybe they still weren’t used to doing it on their own and maybe it was the lack of the 3rd year’s connections, but the horoscope section was pretty weak today. For example, this is what it had for the Scorpio section:

“Lucky Color: Brain. Lucky Word: Poison. If you don’t save your special someone today, the world will be destroyed.”

Pretty sure of itself for a horoscope.

It was dated today, so the all the Scorpios around the world were probably saving their special someone.

That was when an aerial warship flew by overhead.

I also saw a car on the road out front being chased by a police train.

Was that a gunfight I heard coming from the courtyard manhole?

“Maybe it’s actually accurate.”

I tilted my head and you walked up.

You were wearing casual clothing, so…

“Hey, hey, hey. We’re not graduated yet, so you can’t wear casual clothes in here. Take them off right this instant.”

“Sorry, but my lucky word in the school newspaper horoscope was ‘casual clothing’. What was yours? Idiot?”

“You’re not very nice. So why are you here?”

“Running an errand for our pharmacy. We provide some medicine for the school, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Here to take away the evidence before the cops can track the drugs back to your family? How about I save you the trouble by buying it off you? Is the street price 30 peyca?”

You threw a punch my way. You really needed to learn not to punch with your thumb in your fist. You also needed to stop twisting your heel outwards when you stepped forward to punch. For that matter, just not punching people by the window would be great.

I quickly dodged.

“So what are you here for?”

“Like I said, on an errand.”

“Was that errand to cut my promising future short?”

“That’s just a hobby. What you’re holding there is the errand.”

You took the school newspaper from my hand and skillfully got the newspaper to take a tranquilizer.

“That’s a weirdly blue drug. You sure it’s safe?”

“The newspaper needs to be calmed all the way down to the blueprint level. There, all done.”

You handed the newspaper back and turned around.

“Make sure to read through it again.”

“Sure, sure. Today’s Scorpio lucky color is curry and lucky word is curry. Your special someone for today is curry.”

I saw the aerial warship land, the car and police train stop, the manhole cover open, and the criminals, heroes, cops, and ordinary people rush toward the neighborhood curry place.

You turned back from the classroom entrance.

“What are you about to rewrite with that pen?”

“I was just wondering if I could change my financial fortunes with this.”

Author Comment:

I think this is a phase everyone goes through, but it’s also a difficult feeling to describe.

It’s like you’re zoning out or something.

It’s like you’re experiencing nostalgia in real time or feeling future nostalgia in advance.

Record 23: On the Move

07/20/1997

13:31

The first half of our Mountain training was over.

We had taken the last exams of the first half yesterday.

Our results there would determine if we moved on to the second half and whether we would be in the fieldwork section or the intelligence section.

We had held a yakiniku party last night to celebrate and cooking all that meat had helped reduce our stress, but…

“This stress isn’t going anywhere until we get our results.”

My voice echoed into the blue summer sky. I was geographically at the midway station at the base of the Mountain, so the sky wasn’t all that summery.

I was waiting the 40 minutes for the next train to arrive and you were playing with Daitarou nearby. We both sat on an old wooden bench with a drink ad painted on it. I sat at one end and you and your pet sat in the center.

Daitarou had grown past needing a bottle, so he was eating cat food from your palm.

“Where did you get that cat food?”

“Eh? I got this Träumerei wind music cat food at the Mountain’s office. They apparently give it to the local strays. They also had some moon-dried cat food.”

“Yeah, some of the guys in the dorm were starving, so they snuck in at night and ate that. They were stuck to the ceiling the next morning.”

“That sounds like trouble. Only about 20 of you will make the cut, right?”

“Combined with the girls, we’ll be lucky If even 50 people are still around for the second half. How do you think you did?”

“I managed to answer all the questions at least. What about you?”

“I managed to move around the way I wanted.”

“I see.” You nodded and tilted your head. “But what are you going to do? Rumor has it they’re taking volunteers for Kansai’s Battle of Babel. It might be fun to spend next year there.”

That came out of nowhere.

But some of the guys in the dorm had been thinking of going there. You needed to pass the Mountain’s exam to get into the Chancellor’s Officers, but there were no such restrictions on joining the Battle of Babel.

I considered what I would do.

“I’ll decide after I see my results.”

“So you’re going if you didn’t make the cut?”

“No, I’m not going if that happened. And if I did make the cut, then I’m going, but I can’t go.”

“How convoluted,” you said.

“Yes,” said a voice from the side. “Those who seek a challenge can remain and those who take the path of least resistance can leave.”

I looked over to see Snowy. I was sure she had easily passed the fieldwork exam.

She glanced over at me, you, and Daitarou.

“He really seems to like you, but will Tokyo’s water agree with him?”

“Not to worry. My family runs a pharmacy.”

“I see. So you have safe water.”

“Yes. And we have medicine in case something does happen.”

Snowy glared at me and I averted my gaze. You could say some really dangerous things from time to time.

Snowy reached over and grabbed some of the cat food.

“Whatever the case, make sure you take good care of him. A responsible owner makes for a happy pet.”

I thought she was going to feed it to Daitarou, but she ate it herself instead.

“Not a very strong flavor. Were these snacks really cheap?”

You glared at me and I averted my gaze again.

The train pulled into the station then.

Author Comment:

Cat food doesn’t have much flavor, but my friend adamantly insisted it would be edible if you seasoned it.

Not sure why you would care when you should just eat human food.

Based on this conversation, You really seems to live in the moment. I bet she gets dragged around a lot.

Record 70: You Can See So Much

06/30/1998

4:29

Last night, I reformed some dumb students with my fists at Underground Tokyo’s Tokyo Bay and then realized we had missed the last train.

We could probably get back by taxi, but since we weren’t in a hurry, Lady and I decided to do some night fishing in Tokyo Bay.

We rented the rods and other gear. The bait we had to buy.

There were a surprising number of people with the same idea. The harbor pier was full of men in fishing gear or hunting gear either fishing or singing waka.

I let the fishing line down while sensing some of those people passing by behind me.

Lady had said the concrete would chill her butt, but once the dawn arrived and we started fishing, she was really getting into it.

She had just reeled in a catch from the Meiji era.

“Why am I catching so much today?”

“Because Surface Tokyo’s Tokyo Bay is so full of wastewords all the catchable things end up flowing downstream.”

“Hm. But it’s always night fishing down here, isn’t it?”

“Time is still passing, though. The catchable ones will start biting since it’s morning.”

I took a tanzaku I had bought at the fishing shop run by a star and attached it to my hook. Then I wrote “What I Want” on it in magic marker.

“Go!”

I cast my line and it soon came back.

I checked what I had caught.

“That looks like it says ‘common sense’ to me,” said Lady.

“That’s a miss then.”

I frowned and released the common sense and Lady watched it swim away with a tilt of her head.

“What’s that look for, Lady? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to eat what I caught.”

“Not really. But are you allowed to take your catches with you?”

“This isn’t a fishing hole, so that’s fine. There’s a place to prepare them a little further toward the harbor, so we can eat them there.”

She nodded and prepared another tanzaku.

“What are you trying to catch?”

“All sorts of things. I want ideas for new songs, I want to be taller, I want safety for my family, and some other things too.”

She sure had a lot of wishes, but that subtle greediness was part of what made her who she was.

She cast her tanzaku into the ocean.

Ripples spread out and I heard the whistle of the day’s first electrain in the distance.

I figured this would be our last cast, so I collapsed my own rod.

Then Lady shook.

“Whoa.”

I saw a strong pull on her line.

The line ran wildly through the sea, the rod bent into a curve, and she lost her balance toward the water.

If you throw a punch with belief in your heart, all things will receive the blow in accordance with the conservation of energy.

I punched away the force pulling her down and the line snapped.

The sudden loss of that tugging force caused her to tumble back onto her butt and I ran over to her.

“Are you alright? I see it’s blue today.”

“I’m going to tell everyone about this, so I’ll be fine. Anyway, I wonder what I caught.”

“Well,” I replied, pointing at the ground. “I think you caught your greed.”

Author Comment:

Fishing in the bay is a lot of fun in the morning.

The small fish are all biting then and you have to start fishing with one hand if you want to pull them in quick.

You can catch a lot in Underground Tokyo, but it seems to all be “old fashioned”.

Record 69: I Just Had a Feeling

06/24/1998

15:14

Sensei abruptly ended homeroom with just a greeting and then dragged me to the faculty room.

“Hurry, hurry. Something awful happened before homeroom!”

Wasn’t something awful always happening around here?

“Sensei, should I just go ahead and tell you to be more careful in the future?”

“Eh? Do you have something to say before this? Fine, then.”

She turned toward me in the hallway and shut her eyes, so I flicked her on the forehead.

Now that she was crouching and groaning, I picked her up by the collar and carried her to the faculty room. The other teachers whispered to each other when they saw us, but this was part of my work as Vice Chancellor. They had no right to complain.

I sat her in her chair and she looked tearfully up at me with her hands on her forehead.

“I-I’m not telling you anything if you treat me like that.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have some leftover bread from lunch.”

That fixed that.

She told me her computer had stopped working.

“It was working just fine yesterday. It’s strange.”

“This is strange. That you know how to use a computer, I mean.”

“O-of course I can use one. I even know how to turn it on.”

Did that really count as using it?

She apparently couldn’t relax without her computer working and I wanted to avoid being dragged here in lieu of homeroom again.

I checked the power cable, but it was plugged in and glued in place. The monitor plug was padlocked in place. Whoever had set it up must have realized Sensei was a walking disaster and made sure nothing could be unplugged very easily.

“Then why isn’t it working?”

“You can’t tell? Should I call an expert?”

For some reason, the Professor was standing nearby and pointing at himself, so I punched and defenestrated him.

“I can’t approve of violence at school,” said Sensei.

“That wasn’t violence. It was efficient problem solving.”

This still didn’t tell me why her computer wasn’t working, though.

Then I noticed it.

“Let’s see. Is this the angle?”

I punched it at a diagonal angle of 45 degrees and the screen lit up.

“Oh,” exclaimed Sensei and reached for the mouse. I checked the window that was open.

“Sensei, were you grading our midterms? We should have gotten those back a while ago, so why are you only grading them now?”

“B-but I have to have a serious discussion with each answer. A lot of them are pretty merciless.”

“That sounds like the student’s responsibility to me.”

I was about to tell her to just throw them out, but she smiled bitterly at me.

Oh, I realized. She knew what I was about to say because the other teachers had probably already told her the same thing.

I sighed and placed my hand over hers on the mouse.

“Here, I’ll show you why it wasn’t working.”

“Okay.”

I brought up the calendar and clock window and it showed today as Sunday due to a manufacturing error.

“It put up with it until now, but it couldn’t keep it up forever. I recommend giving it a long weekend and then fixing the calendar,” I said. “This is a good computer.”

Author Comment:

This is leading up to the previous story, but there’s no real connection.

Sensei can be absentminded, but she does give things thought. I think that leads her to carry around some extra weight, but she’s the type who gets stressed about eliminating the things weighing her down. But it’s that refusal to eliminate those things that keeps her interacting with the protagonists, so perhaps this is the position her way of life found for her.

Record 18: Then There’s Me

06/03/1997

15:43

We only had about a month and a half left in the first half of our Mountain training.

I was sitting under a waterfall for some extra training. Okay, I’ll admit it. It was just blazing hot out and I wanted to cool off.

“Mountain water is so damn cold.”

A 5m-wide stream of water fell from a height of about 20m and it felt more like it was tearing into me than simply cold.

I had been standing at first, but I had since given in and sat down.

I could only hear the water pressure while I lost myself in my thoughts.

Like what was for dinner. Or how I had figured out who the killer was in the mystery novel I was reading before bed, but I still hadn’t figured out who the detective was. Or how I had left a moderate amount of porn magazines on the floor back home, so I was worried anyone who saw that might mistakenly think I was only moderately horny.

I also thought about my future. We would need to choose our future paths soon. When we joined the Chancellor’s Officers, would we do fieldwork or intelligence work? Or would we give up on joining altogether?

The rest came down to our personality.

Not to mention our Mobilized Writing.

That was a necessary power for the Tokyo Chancellor’s Officers. It was like our individual quirks or personal issues manifested physically in some way.

None of us had that power yet.

Everyone was saying you would get into the Chancellor’s Officers if you gained yours faster or yours was the strongest, but I didn’t know what to believe.

Did I need to awaken my individuality as soon as possible, or should I try to make it as strong as I could?

It was a difficult question.

Of course, I didn’t even know what my individuality was here. Had I ever used a great power in the past? I had run track until recently, but I hadn’t set any decent records. My instructor had tested several track-related powers, but nothing like a Mobilized Writing had manifested.

I doubted that was it. Track was fun and it had made for some good times, but it was only a sport to me. That wasn’t where I would find my own personal Mobilized Writing.

Was there anything else?

I felt like there was.

“–––––”

I tried to recall the memory, but focusing my mind brought me out of my reverie instead. Focusing my mind to bring back the past instead pushed the past away. I was stuck with a paradox.

But then I remembered out of nowhere.

It was my hands. My fists weren’t all that useful for someone running track, but I had used them an awful lot.

Sometimes I used them to punch someone and sometimes I used them to stop something.

But there was a problem. I used my fists a lot, but I had never thought of that as being my own personal thing.

“What do I do?”

Could I bet everything on this idea that suddenly came to me? Some people could probably manage that and those who couldn’t would just tell themselves they were mistaken.

And if you did it but were wrong, the result would be tragic.

But I had another thought too.

“If this looks like it could be my Mobilized Writing, I’ll trust in it.”

A good individuality wasn’t something you gained quickly or something powerful. It was something you could trust in and rely on.

I decided to test this.

I looked up and saw the waterfall had stopped.

I could hear the other sounds again.

Author Comment:

I think everyone thinks about what their power is.

Personally, I think something you can only draw on consciously doesn’t count. Maybe you can consciously strengthen it, but I think your power is an aspect of yourself that you always have whether you’re conscious of it or not. You could say it’s something you have even when you try to make yourself as nondescript as possible or you lose sight of who you even are.

I still don’t know how you gain something like that, though.

Record 117: I Will Tell You

02/19/1999

4:59

You didn’t wake up.

I hoped that was because you were relieved that the wounds on your neck were gone and you weren’t just oversleeping.

I spent my time calling the Professor and setting things up.

There was far too much I had to do related to my memories.

So very much.

I discussed it with the Professor and then hung up.

Yes, I had to do something.

But I could only keep doing something for so long.

Someone had tried to erase all of his worries. I had agreed to help him with that like he wanted, but I would only help him so far.

I didn’t know how far that was, but I felt like I would worry someone else if I helped out too much.

There was one person who had definitely trusted me, but I had already fulfilled his worries.

I had accepted so much from him, including a lot I had to hide and a lot I would have to do something about.

That would only end once someone else trusted me and needed my power.

Even if I lost my memories and even if my past self and future self lost sight of my current self, my power would never leave me.

Just like you while you slept there.

“Okay.”

I stood up from the floor next to the bed.

I made sure not to wake you while I patted Daitarou’s head and told him I would be back soon.

Then again, the Professor had said whatever he was going to do would take some time. Would you be awake by the time I got back? Having you wake to Daitarou’s kiss sounded more like something from a fairy tale and it was a very Tokyo thing to happen.

Just before I left the room, I looked back.

Daitarou nodded from where he sat next to you.

“Your name?”

I nodded back, but didn’t answer the question.

The day would come when we could call each other by our names.

Author Comment:

This is effectively his final memory.

Record 001: I Will Do It

02/20/1999

7:11

I awoke to find myself lying in a bed.

I looked around to find a dark and filthy room full of electronics. There were a lot of desks there too.

“Is this the science room?”

The term I used sounded off to me. I knew what a science room looked like, but I couldn’t remember where I had learned that.

I apparently had some kind of amnesia.

“Your memories were sealed, not lost,” said a voice at the sink by the window. A boy in a lab coat was washing his hands. “You will remember everything eventually. It will happen once your power is needed. Then you will understand how rich those memories were.”

I didn’t quite understand, but I gathered that monkey-like boy had done something for me.

I gave him my thanks and walked out.

I wandered the dark hallways, opened a large door, and stepped outside like I was guided by the light. That was when I realized this was a large school.

It was a chilly morning.

I chose the asphalt road. I walked alongside the trees lining the road, figuring that would take me off of the school campus.

I wondered where I would go, but a route immediately came to mind. That had to be the way to my home. I home I didn’t remember anymore.

I passed by a woman on my way out through the front gate.

She wore her hair up and she looked like she wanted to say something to me, but then she tilted her head and kept walking.

Did she mistake me for someone else?

I walked on out.

The route in my head brought me south.

I could see the city starting up for the morning as I walked.

A blue propaganda truck passed me while I walked alongside a large road. The loudspeaker on top was talking about some kind of giant broadcast tower in Osaka.

It sounded like there was a lot going on with that, but it wasn’t my problem.

The wind blew.

I felt chilly and swung my right arm without even thinking.

“–––––––”

But punching the wind obviously wasn’t going to make it go away.

I had no idea why I thought that would help and laughed at the absurdity of it.

The wind had seemed to waver a bit when I punched it, but I concluded I must have imagined it.

I needed to get home.

I asked myself why I thought that and I found a clear answer.

Someone was waiting for me there. That was a dangerous thought when I didn’t have any memories.

Even if this person was there, they would be a stranger to me.

But strangely, I felt like I knew this person’s name.

Not that I could remember what that name was.

Who was this supposed person, anyway?

Only one way to find out.

I would return home and meet them there.

If what that boy had told me was true, some power of mine would be necessary eventually. I had no idea what that power might be, but I wanted to use it to its fullest when the time came.

So I wanted to get home and get a proper start on this new life.

A stranger was waiting for me at home.

I felt like if I got a running start on this new life, that person would also be waiting for me at my destination.

“You,” I called to this stranger. “You are only a stranger to me, but will you still call my name and root for me?”

Author Comment:

The future and the past are both yet to come.

Thank you so much for reading to the end.

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