RIP

Well, no one actually died. But a piece of my life has been taken from me. That is to say, my little red squeaky rusty bicycle has been stolen. Or at least it is not where I put it last night anymore. Bicycle theft is not uncommon in Japan, but I kept it under the stairwell in my half empty apartment block in a secluded residential area in a tiny town north of a small city. That bike was of absolutely no value, but I was beginning to form an attachment to it nonetheless.
その自転車もう懐かし。。。