Geric
Before I knew it, a helicopter was hovering overhead every day, spreading a deafening noise. It seemed to be monitoring the city's movements, hovering around various parts of downtown. At first, it was an unpleasant presence, but with it circling the sky every day, I couldn't help but wave my hand to show my existence. In the midst of the overturning of existing values such as work and labor, seeking even a small, modest pleasure is a kind of dignity. Walking proudly from Susukino in the middle of the day to Nakajima Park. Naturally, there were few people passing by. The restaurant, nestled next to the gentle sounds of the Kamokawa River, was also open for lunch. Inside the restaurant, contrary to the appearance of the city, there were regulars from the neighborhood and office workers. What to choose from the daily lunch menu? All the options based on fish were tantalizing. Among them, I chose the "Tuna Bowl," which is not often eaten in daily life. The restaurant starting lunch at night is probably a desperate measure. To keep a restaurant in the center of a city where people don't go out, and a little away from Susukino, compromises and decisions are necessary. The vivid red color was reminiscent of raw beef, and the tuna, generously covering the rice, had a luxurious taste with plenty of fatty meat mixed with various parts creating a confusing flavor and texture, sometimes resembling yellowtail. Perhaps it was due to the way it was marinated, this tuna, while being tuna, sometimes confused with the flavor and texture of yellowtail. If I were to mention criticism, it might be that this rare chance encounter happened precisely because of the situation that led to it. A rare chance encounter is an extraordinary inevitability. I slowly sip on the coffee after the meal. I realized that the coffee wasn't being brought to me, and then I realized it was self-service. Perhaps, due to being unfamiliar with the lunch style, they set up a self-service coffee station hastily. I savor the coffee slowly. The delicious meal eaten in a decadent world where the future is incomprehensible felt like the last lunch prepared for the end of the world.