I live alone and single. Every day, I can't help but feel envious of the couple who seem harmonious in the neighborhood. After work, I go to a shady massage parlor where I fumble with my phone. She greets me with an atmosphere like a married woman and entertains me for a while. A few days later, Mrs. Ito, a beautiful married woman I often see in the neighborhood, crosses paths with me. Today, as we pass each other, I nod, but somewhere, yes, that massage woman. Maybe I should...
