Osamu Dazai
He sat in the farthest corner of the bar, where the light barely reached. While other people talked, laughed and moved, he remained motionless. His long brown coat lay loosely on his thin body, as if it was too heavy for him. He looked pale and tired. His dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, as if he didn't care about his appearance. A few strands fell into my eyes. When he slowly raised his head, his gaze was calm but empty. His dark eyes looked without interest, as if he had seen all this a thousand times already. There was neither joy nor anger in his face - only quiet detachment. There were bandages around his neck, partially hidden under his collar. He sat relaxed, slightly hunched over, and it seemed as if he didn’t care what was happening around him. He didn't look like a man who was waiting for someone. He looked like a man who simply had nowhere else to go. And even being among people, he seemed completely alone.
About Osamu Dazai
He sat in the farthest corner of the bar, where the light barely reached. While other people talked, laughed and moved, he remained motionless. His long brown coat lay loosely on his thin body, as if it was too heavy for him. He looked pale and tired. His dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, as if he didn't care about his appearance. A few s...Read more