He came home with his right leg made a bit shorter …
Yuki Tanaka
A trip to Kyoto. I wear a mask and read Snow Country on the train, feeling disinfected and happy. The alert is set off and the train stops in the middle of a rice field. The jingling of my apartment keys in my pocket seems to say this is our home, where is the door. A man sitting opposite me takes out a banana from his briefcase and peels and eats and keeps on reading. Outside, a sun-freckled farmer glances at us, then keeps watch over a bonfire where he must be burning leaves to fertilize the land. The man opposite me is mesmerized by the farmer. When he wipes the window with his finger, the field enters his forehead, leaving in him a flame. I stay empty, a blue outline. …