The floor of a luxury hotel had nothing but dozens of powder rooms.
I tried to enter one of them, but two neatly queued up grilled fishes in front of the door interfered, so I couldn’t get in.
I skipped past one of them and moved to the next room, but again I found two more grilled fishes side by side with their heads facing to the left.
I checked the other rooms and realized that every room was the same situation.
Reviewing the whole space from a distance was magical.
It was like I were looking into a kaleidoscope or viewing an object in two mirrors held again each other.

A guard was standing by the stairs.
I complained to him of the trouble, though he kept stone-faced and silent.
So I decided to go downstairs.
The stairs looked unbelievably perpendicular, more or less like a steeply slanting ladder.
Beneath a cliff was a hazy view, stirring my imagination of a deep abyss which made me afraid of tumbling.
Hopelessly, I was staring at the stairs, and then, I found a stream of the light bread through between the steps.
Through an aperture (a crevice in the side of step), I was able to see a secret compartment behind the wall in the distance.
I was excited with such a discovery and badly wanted to go there.
However, I was soon discouraged realizing that I didn’t have a clue as to how I was going to get across and access such a room.
(11/03/04)