Kissa interior, truculent vibes, just a whole bucket of huhs and what’s going on — wooden globe and gourd atop electric circuit box, moyashi ramen written on front, more handwritten signage to right and below (standard teishoku fare), all weathered, stained, little warped (humidity? beer splashing? vomit?), wallpaper also warped, peeling, beige, stained with decades of grease and tobacco, low wooden table with glass top (two ashtrays) on raised platform with carpet (once tatami?), nota bene: two types of hot water kettles just sittin’ there, jacket, electrical plugs from another era; left rear: window with sticker simulating stained glass; close foreground: four stools (somehow licentious, almost pornographic) with no tables, two hulking air conditioners; and finally, the corner that makes the image: back right, forlorn plant just out of sight, a few branches peeking into view, behind which sits window (also hidden), last of day’s soporific golden rays cradling nook (one imagines a grizzled cat sleeping there), some glancing beauty amidst saturnine interior, out of frame to my left: an old woman with dark sunglasses watches my every move.