Gaiwan and Bay Rum - Fiction




 

He felt as though he was born at the wrong time. Of course, that was an impossible idea; nevertheless, he felt it to be just so in his situation. He wrote letters rather than sending emails to people. He walked everywhere and felt grateful that he lived in the middle of the city. He wore a dressing robe while reading his heavy tomes in his studio. Every time he went out, he always had a handkerchief, smelling of bay rum, tucked into his pants pocket and pulled out whenever he needed that "reminder". He read the works of long ago authors and made plans to visit their sights in one year. Although he was single, he wasn't against dating but rather chose to focus more on himself and his well-being. He adored the feel of tweed against his skin and watched French films with an obsessive eye. He was, in short, not of this current world. Every morning, as he drank tea from his special gaiwan that he procured while visiting China three years ago, he read about the vices of the world - social media, Tik Tok, instant gratifications focused on the dumbest things and ideas possible. And still, he thought to himself as he began his day of being a writer, this is the way of the world now. As he sat down at his typewriter to begin his latest work, he wondered, for just a moment, if perhaps HE was the one in the wrong. Was he so invested in his ideals that the world simply moved on without him? That the world had no time for such people, such relics, like him? He set his chin in his hand and sighed as he stared at the blank piece of paper stuck in the typewriter. He then pulled out his scented handkerchief, took a deep sniff of it, and replied to himself - the world can go to hell. 

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