The goings on of day-to-day living, the ins and outs of the world here, translated…
By March, April, as the weather’s warming up, the temperatures would sometimes be cool, sometimes, get hot, it’s, a time when the earth is, changing, the animals, awakening, and I was also, warming up, readying, to enter, into, the next season too.
These past couple of months, everybody is working hard, to move our restaurant, to a new location, and so, there’s, a lot of packing, doing inventories, moving the devices, the appliances, discussing of the activities that will come at our new shop. Like how for the bear that’s been, hibernating the entire winter, and is now, awaken, and ready to move, but, the bear is still, a bit, lacking in strength, still, sleepy.
Because of this, I couldn’t say: all of the workers are, putting in, all that they have, to prepare for the move! Because, the next action, maybe, it isn’t, to start back up, but to, stop. The brown bear after the hibernations, had, ceased, its, bodily functions, and, it couldn’t, turn its, body around.
The streets after supper, are usually, full of action, as the cars, the scooters sped past the shopfronts, we’d, pulled away, from the noises, one night on my way home, I’d heard, “We’re, twenty years old now, but, we’re, moving away.” In the midst of all the noises I’d heard, that, was the loudest sentence I’d heard. Like I’d, found that needle, in that stack of hay, it’d felt, prickly, but, I’d, yet to, get pricked by it.
illustration from UDN.com
“We are twenty, but we’re, moving.”
This sounded light, but it’s, actually, quite heavy. The flourishing of the streets, in just one night, became, history, I’d, turned my head around, and couldn’t see the American diner which was still here, only six months ago, nor can I hear, the singers, performing in the bars now. Because the two shops are different, although, we’re, of the same kind of business, it’s, still, an amicable, sort of, competition, from the past, as we’d opened up shop, we can still see the waiters from the opposite of the streets, sweeping up the fallen leaves at their shopfront, in the evenings, there would be, groups of customers, sitting out, drinking, the sounds, the shadows, illuminated, from the shop decorated with black, in that, yellow lighting.
It was, another sort of rich environment, it brings me, so much happiness, as I, got off work! There was, still, the voices that continued singing on in the restaurant, I’d had a good time, hearing those voices, even if, they were, only tapes, at least, there’s, still business here, the street is, still, alive.
But, if the shops didn’t bring in enough earnings, the owners not happy, then, the shops should be, closed, at least, we can, still, sing those songs happily, get drunk, then, let’s, put up the shop then.
The brown bear passed through some days of winter, slowly, aged, it’d lacked that energy from when it was, younger. The elderly brown bear before its hibernation, don’t know how long it’ll be, asleep, and, don’t know what sort of a scene will we, get to see, of these, winters that are, coming soon.
And so, this, is describing on how a once busy street became, less than, populated, and, it showed how life is, because, there’s, the growth, the primes, and dying, withering away of things, like how the shops are, opening up, and closing down, and the only thing unchanged, is the street itself.