In the Corner of Gate F4 at ATL Hartfield International Airport

I’m leaving.
For Japan.
Damn.
Damn, the black boy's voice
His phone's battery was out and I lend him power charger
He didn't say anything that I expected to hear, Thank you or something.
I am a Damn Japanese moralist who loves to hear someone's appreciation.

The personnel called Main Cabin 1
I am Main cabin 3
soon I should stop typing in this corner of the desk
in the corner of the gate F4 section

Earth does not have any corner.

I wanted to write some greatest prose 
in this short time
but I think it does not work very well
Yet, it does not mean that I cannot do that forever

I. . . 

I can keep moving forward 
still
I’m still doing this

You can do any other thing 
more than being born this world and dying
the starting point and the end point
definite, very passive and unexpected
especially the latter one

I keep moving forward until the point
I will return this point  corner again.
I must do so and I will.