[DeepL Translation - needs review] It's 8:00 p.m. and I'm as tired as a mille-feuille nabe,
I go to the bathhouse.
[The thirty-sixth story in the Anyway series is about a bathhouse enthusiast who, on days when his eyes are blurry like a fine dust on his corneas, his shoulders are heavy and his neck is stiff like a stiff bottle cap, and he has been stumbling around all day and has been hit by one thing or another, and eventually his body shrivels up like a squid that has been frozen and thawe...
