Autumn... Fucking autumn, with endless rains and gray skies that pressed down on shoulders with their clouds that seemed to tangled in hair, thoughts, bringing the usual mess in head into chaos. Disgusting.

Perhaps autumn was the impetus for the fact that he decided to get drunk, or something else. But it was getting dark, and drunk Dazai got out, almost fell out of the bar into the inhospitable outside, wrapped himself in a coat and immediately stepped into a puddle at the exit.

"Shit..."