Emotion Project 7

Emotion Project is fiction.

  The church was dark. I couldn't see anything inside when I walked in first. My eyes were adjusting to the dark chapel. I tried to blink my eyes. The air was going moldy. It smells like a dead body. Perhaps, it's not about any dead corpse, but just the smell of candles burning.

  I started walking around the chapel. There were a series of small pictures on the wall. It was the explanation of Jesus Christ's life. I am sure it doesn't show everything about his life. Where he went to school, where he was teaching, what he was eating, etc. I don't have much of my detail when I was born. That's only a couple of years of my life, even less. I should be happy about what I've got, shouldn't I?

  I got more stressed in this church. I had to just come outside and see the sun. I felt much better then. There might be some sort of religion which worship the sun. Of course, think about old Egyptians.

  There are still several things I have to do before I leave Chicago. I have to rush to a souvenir shop to buy some gifts for my parents in Tokyo, unless I want to do a speedy duty free shopping at the airport. What can be a good present, though? I should reconsider the option for mom at least, shouldn't I? Would dad like a baseball cap? Why am I thinking about these things now? Didn't I come all the way to Chicago to find Sue Miller? Yet, I am trying to buy just a baseball cap instead of find her. What was the initial purpose of this trip?

  The word, love, wasn't anywhere. Sue Miller wasn't here either. Perhaps, she is still here, but I can't find her. Love, I thought this world would be Sue Miller, but I was wrong. It was back in Japan, not here. Chicago is nice, great, yes, magnificient but it's not love. This word doesn't suit here, but Tokyo.

  I bought a baseball cap and a box of chocolate. I changed my flight earlier than I expected. I took my flight and said Good-bye to Chicago and Sue Miller.