At work the pressure builds. I work on a factory assembly line and push buttons all day long. The secret is the right buttons at the right time. I missed two buttons and the line had to be restarted twice today. Snow falls on Mount Fuji half a world away.
Monks sit in the shade of trees and chant prayers.
I go home and slam a beer against the wall and scream at the empty rooms. Upstairs in another apartment someone turns off the blaring music and the door opens, closes and there is a sound of footsteps that fade down the back steps to the parking lot. A few minutes later the sound of a car pulls out of the lot and drives away. I get up the next morning and go to work again. At night I lay on my back and watch the ceiling and count the years of my life over and over on my fingers.