The Blue Lotus

[...] a dark wooden façade. kanji on red paper lanterns turn centuries, a gate opens in silence, and we descend into

The Blue Lotus

It’s not that I’ve been here before; I’ve been here forever. I know where to put my shoes, I know when to smile. That’s when you take my. Soundwaves, waves of men in grey. On occasion colourful women laugh to please. Just when your hard bits scream. You feel seated before you sit, you feel home before. Time, Underground, and still lower, back in taste, grey men passing. We took our usual place at the bar. Lantern fish swim. The kitchenkids working in steam, parrotpleasuregirls with trays, nothing has changed, or under and ever will. She bent down, visibly attracted by Hiro who talked about Osaka. A teasing smile she radiated at the right moment, in the right posture, nearly touched his shoulder with her graceful hand, and asked what drinks would please with suggesting eyes, deviating looks just in time. The Gods of circular wishwanting ordered beer, rather than local sake. A promising smile, gone. Hiro was left in an advanced state of exuberance, and I thought whatever the price for this evening, we won’t regret it. At least not immediately. 

From: "This Monkey's Gone To Heaven".