Meet me in Ōdōri Park
It is 10:15 am and Sayako is on her way for her early morning break. From Sapporo, Japan Sayako is temporarily residing in Yorkville over in the Bellair towers in Toronto. Yorkville bustles with the trendiest and most valuable fine dining and yet Sayako retreats on her three breaks a day to a modest top-level sushi shop named Sushi Inn. As she hangs her jacket walking in, she turns to sit on the far right bench of the restaurant. She looks around there are few patrons this morning, and the same two morning staff members that serve her. She smiles at both and as if it were clock work they embrace her with a steaming cup of green tea. She cups the tea to relieve her of the brief cold her hands felt walking over. Her eyes meet with a little black book sitting on the same bench huddled in the corner. Reaching over to grab the soft black book. Holding it under the table, she flips through about a quarter into the book and reads a sequence of entries which are diary entries and comments.
