“The rice better not be stale.”
“Satō-kun. Your apartment smells like a funeral for a hamster.” Welcome to the N.H.K. -Dub-
A 6-tatami apartment, Tokyo. 2:47 AM. The only light is the flickering blue-white glow of a CRT television. Empty cup noodle cups form a fortress wall around a laptop. The air smells of stale tobacco and lost time. “The rice better not be stale
Satō stares at her. In the bad TV light, she looks like a ghost. Or an angel. He can’t tell the difference anymore. Welcome to the N.H.K. -Dub-
On screen, a cheesy American sci-fi B-movie is playing. An actress in a silver jumpsuit screams at a rubber monster.