I fell in love with a poster once.
The dude in it wasn’t even real to begin with; he was just some manga creation that some girl pulled out of her sphincter. Back then I used to watch a little anime and had a thing for shōnen characters with very dark and long badass hair. Whenever I walked into that shopping arcade and went up the stairs, I’d intentionally pass by that poster sticking against the clear glass window of a video game shop. It’s ridiculous because it even got to a point where the poster occupied a human-like presence in my mind. So whenever my boyfriend at that time wanted to go shopping there, I’d tag along just so I could have a glimpse of the poster; and everytime the anime guy follows my gaze, I’d turn away and my face would go scarlet red. I would then start walking really, really quickly and pretend not to notice him. In the back of my mind, however, I’d be thinking secret thoughts of…
udon. I don’t know. His hair looked a lot like udon noodles to me. Or perhaps I’m just a glutton.
