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When I was a child, there was this man who always stood by the intersection I crossed to get to school. Expressionless, his eyes as he watched me walking to school scared me, and I always hurried past him.
It was a heavily trafficked area, so thinking back on it now, he was probably there to make sure no kids got hurt.
After returning home for the first time in a while, the memories of him came flooding back, so I decided to go to the intersection again and check it out.
He was there.
Several decades had passed, yet he didn’t look any different. It was as though he’d been lifted directly from my memories.
He turned for a moment to look at me. Feeling like our eyes had accidentally met, I shrank away. Yet the man showed no response. He continued to watch people walking by, his face expressionless, just like a Noh mask.