I am writing a daily on the train everyday.

It is now in the train home at 22:48.

At this time, there are few people, so it seems that two or three people are sitting in seats with seats of seven.

With that, now, in front of me,

occupying the seat of 3 seats surprisingly

laying down the plastic bottle on the seat

spreading one box of dumpling (several pieces) and two convenience store lunch boxes,

There os an obesity man who are eating virtually and vulgarly.

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He is amazing. He is big. He is thick. Where are those clothes on sale?

It is quite old. The shaping of his face is incomplete, to speak frankly .

Both his suit like a huge tent and pants like a hemp bag are dirty.

From him, I cannot feel a sense of cleanliness.

Because no one will approach near him, I am writing this diary, sitting in front of him and observing him.

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Even so,

He stuffs pasta full of mouth, chewing noises while eating all time with a frown, I can use one word,

"Vulgarity"

However, if he can keep thoroughly "vulgar" so far, I feel "comfortable" conversely.

(To be continued)