July 27,1908

July 27
He got up about 12:00. He finished the meal. With no cigarette, he was sitting on the chair, feeling strange dissatisfaction.
A maid, Ai, came to his room for asking him to pay the rent from the last month. The maid came 5 or 6 times. At last, she told him they could not let him stay any more if he would not pay 15 yen, a part of the last month rent until the next evening.
About 12:20, he went out. He thought Kyosuke would negotiate with the geshukuya if he asked Kyousuke, but he should manage to solve that by himself.
93 Fahrenheit hotness. His white kimono became gray, dirty and wet like seaweed. By selling his English Japanese dictionary, the last his fortune, he got money for streetcar tickets and cigarette. He was going to visit a friend to stay there. He had been trying to find the house over 3:00, but he could not. He was walking around in Tokyo with a strong feeling of his being a homeless.
He came back. A maid brought a small low table with dinner. He said to her “I’ve already eaten”. “I see”, she said. The truth was he had only one meal this day, which he had no idea if it should be called breakfast or lunch.
He went out to visit another person from 7:30 to 10:00.
By the warm and humid night winds, the skirt of his kimono wet with sweat was clung to his legs. He was feeling unpleasant all day.
He went to Kyosuke’s room. Talking for about half an hour.