The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.
I think Yuichi did, too.
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own. Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.
Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. I've always lived with that knowledge rooted in my being: perhaps that's why Yuichi's way of reacting to things seemed natural to me.
kitchen; banana yoshimoto
I think Yuichi did, too.
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own. Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.
Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. I've always lived with that knowledge rooted in my being: perhaps that's why Yuichi's way of reacting to things seemed natural to me.