LIfe goes ooooooooooooon!
*Cracks a whip*
WE RIDE AT DAWN BITCHES!

Boogiepop in the Mirror: "Pandora" 

                                                    Afterword:
                    Does anybody really know what time it is?

"You know, that one guy sat next to me in cram school once, we whispered to each other the whole time, what was his name again? I'm sure he told me... tip of my tongue..." Tons of stuff 
like that, and it was super fun at the time but now it's just a hazy memory.
 
And the kind of joy that makes you glad you were born is just like that, 
nothing special at a glance, not at ah the sort of thing you'd particularly 
remember... you know what I mean? Doesn't need to be a fated encounter or 
a torrid love affair or billowing pleasure or whatever, nah, much more like, 

"You know the thing, ain't it so?" "Yeah, totally." Simple little agreements 
like that, a smile and a nod, little stuff like that-that's what gives us a 
'reason,' don't you think? A meaning to our being born? That's ah it is, that's 
what it is, yeah?

-Kouhei Kadono