After a long time of not seeing each other, an old friend gives me this poster. It is perhaps the closest I could get to one of my favourite Japanese bands, which I had been following since high school. I tape the poster to my bedroom wall, a little heartbroken that I might never see them live.
I was unable to watch the cinema screening either, for back then I had no job, no money, and the only currency I had was my pride. I have a treasure trove of it, but it doesn’t pay for anything.
On the night I received this poster, my friends and I went to two nearby bars in a city we’d always call home no matter where we were, drank like we just came from the desert and smoked like factories from the Industrial Revolution. In the morning, I had one of the worst hangovers of my life.
There’s always a small hint of rainbows in this black-and-white world. I call it forever and goodbye.

