‘Willingly, I take the stack of heavy papers and head to the hallway. Riding the elevator, going through the lobby, I make a turn at the corner. The air grows more delicate as I approach the area where he is. Surrounded by a busy office, his glass-walled room is like a man made island. Carefully opening the door and stepping into the room, I am immediately separated from the noise around me. Gently placing the stack of bulky papers on his clear desk, I envision myself in his shoes. I am in his office, yet he remains way beyond my grasp.'
- AINOA. Perfume, GRANHAND.