How many will visit today? No, will I have any visitors at all?

A leaf wet from the morning dew got stuck on the broom. I tried to shake it off, but the leaf was stuck between the strands of plastic and did not come off.

That looked like me. Me, who foolishly stayed in this bookstore without closing down.

I put the broom against the wall, brought a chair, and sat in front of the store. From some time onwards, I liked being outside more than inside.

Perhaps it wasn’t that I liked being outside, but that I hated being inside.

In any case, the opposite of hate was like, so being outside was good.

But is like really the opposite of hate?

I opened an independently published book that came in yesterday. The book talked about a few stories the author had with a cat. Perhaps due to cost issues, there weren’t that many illustrations.

It was a good book to read without thinking. These kinds of books, which didn’t have any topic, criticisms of an issue, or incredible writing just allowed the brain to rest.

A group of three people, who were clearly not from around here, walked past the store. I could feel their stares, but I did not respond.

To the left was a franchise café and to the right was a franchise patisserie.

It was perhaps a given that they would look at the...