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160 pages, Paperback
First published September 19, 2023
‘I felt strangely liberated. I stood there assigning numbers and adjectives to each woman that came by, one after another. In the process, they stopped being individuals with personalities and real lives.’
‘If left alone, they hollow out. First, they themselves, then the place where they stand, then ultimately the entire area around them empties. All real substance is lost.’
Shota Ikemori loves abura-age, the deep fried tofu used to make inari-zushi, named after the fox deity Inari, since foxes are said to favor this type of sushi. Shota yowls from time to time, his face is sharp and pointy, and sometimes a white mist billows from his mouth into the air.
"Unable to live, unable to die, they're just there, eating away at their surroundings. Eating away at themselves. That is who they are.
"Being' human is painful. I wish I could go back to bein' an octopus. But I can't. When water is spilled, it's gone - you can't put it back in the pot."
"I lived knowing nothing and died knowing nothing."
"Was I happy? I had never given that question a thought."
“Kini jumlah manusia yang berniat menyerangku semakin jarang. Kelihatannya mereka sendiri bingung apa yang sebenarnya mereka benci, apa yang sebenarnya mereka sukai. Di lubuk hati terdalam mereka masih membenciku, tetapi mereka juga tidak keberatan menerimaku bekerja. Mereka terus meyakinkan diri sendiri bahwa keberadaanku di kantor ini sangat penting. Akan tetapi, keberadaan kami sebenarnya tidak berarti. Di mata sebagian besar manusia, spesies yang tinggal jauh di bawah tanah seperti kami tak lebih dari hama pengganggu.” (hlm. 88 - “Tikus Mondok”)
“... Sebenarnya apa makna waktu? Aku bertanya padaleluhurku. Zaman aku baru lahir, yang namanya waktu jauh lebih teratur, jawabnya. Dan kau mencintai lelaki itu? ia beralih ke topik awal. Tumben kau menggunakan kata ‘mencintai’, aku mengoloknya. Ia menundukkan kepala. Padahal nyaris saja ia menunjukkan kecemburuan, tetapi aku malah mengolok-olok.” (hlm. 131 - “Shimazaki”)