I’m out of quarantine~

I had started looking forward to all kinds of carefree freedom after getting into graduate school, and to all the unknowns a year from now.  

I have always liked waiting; when I meet people, I generally make a point of arriving ten minutes early. Those ten minutes (which, because of other people’s lateness, often turn into half an hour) are wonderfully peculiar.  

I will stand still, or sit on my bicycle, or pace around at random. Perhaps I’ll listen to music for a while, or perhaps I’ll just stare blankly at the trees and grass beside me.  

Looking forward to another person’s arrival, sometimes unsettled by their lateness, and yet at other times thinking that it would be nice to sink a little longer into the waiting itself.  

Blind waiting is sometimes called sitting by a tree stump waiting for a rabbit, or waiting for a pie to fall from the sky, but that is not what I mean.  

What I mean is: I am a fisherman, and a fisherman’s happiness is not limited to the moment of hauling in the catch. Waiting is a more basic state of life.  

Of course, I won’t wait for a lifetime. Once I’ve waited for everything that should be waited for, I’ll still have to go to sea. orewakaizokuninaruotoko, ah.  

I promise this is the last bit of nonsense I’ll write for the time being. The alcohol has worn off, and I’m back to normal~

Translated from the Chinese original with AI assistance. The original text is authoritative.