Yay! This chapter definitely showed some anime roots. I was a little
concerned after the first chapter, since it struck me as a Western story
with Japanese-named characters; somehow, I don't think there were very many
acid-droppng hippies in 1960's Japan. Maybe in the 70's, if we hypothesize a
5-10 year culture lag. Waaay off the subject.

	Gorgeous prose throughout. Many writers turn tedious when writing about
writing, but you've avoided that pitfall. Fresh imagery, clean dialogue. I'm
not going to point out all the little touches that make the difference. At
least not now, anyway, as you seem to produce them well enough without
anyone's help. Well, maybe one...

glass that he realized how long the thoughts had been running.  He
looked at the clock on his desk; it poured an electric green 23:28
into his eyes, and then his eyelids.

Perfectly simple. Simply perfect. Maybe one more...

     "Paper."  Before he dressed, Kenji threw himself at his desk,
ripping a piece of paper from its brothers in his desk drawer.

	Indeed. Ye Gods.

	And after all of that, your standard anime romantic comedy hijinks. Not
that they don't fit - quite the opposite. If I may be permitted a wretched
metaphor, they're the tomato in this salad. With the rest of the fresh,
bright prose as the spinach (I like spinach salads). The best part of this
salad? The mushrooms, suitably psychedelic. These fungi are the wonderful
dream sequences, of course, running at odd angles to reality. Not entirely
unlike the dream sequences in Boku no Marie, episode 3, one might note.

	Stupendously good as always, Matt. How many parts can we look forward to
savoring?

Patrick