The Beauty of Tragedy

I was this close to crying in the middle of the laundromat. A twenty-eight-year-old guy surrounded by strangers and I was holding it all in. Did I receive bad news, see something horrible, cap off a bad day? Nope. I'd just read a manga (Japanese comic book) called 5 Centimeters per Second. The phrase that keeps circling … Continue reading The Beauty of Tragedy

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