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First published March 4, 2022
“—Someone buys you, so you buy someone else. That way, it feels more equal, I guess."
‘"Don't you get the urge to eat pasta once in a while?"
"White foods are bad for you, they have no nutritional content. If you really want to eat pasta that much, just have it for lunch, when I'm not around."
"What did you have for lunch today?"
"Soba from Chojuan."
"Soba's a carb."
"Yeah, but it's brown, so I thought it'd be healthier than the white kind."
"Well, it did cost us an arm and a leg—Not like money fixes everything, but I guess there is some-thing to the idea that, the more you pay, the better the results.”
"—I don't like the idea of women's bodies being ranked and sold. I don't know how egg donation works, but surrogate mothers always come from poor, less developed countries. Isn't that exploitation?"
‘There is almost no job that a young woman born in a small, inland town in Hokkaido, a town with a population of fewer than five thousand, can get that will pay enough for her to support herself. Her choices are: work in the agriculture or dairy industry, move somewhere near the coast and get a job in the fishing industry, work in the caregiving industry or get married—So she'd saved money like crazy and moved to Tokyo. She'd thought that there'd be plenty of jobs there—But, with no degree or career or skills, she'd just ended up broke. The only jobs she could get in Tokyo were part-time—all the men she met were worthless.’
‘She wanted money so she could be free—Even if she kept working her current job for the rest of her life, she would never save that much—If she had that kind of money, she'd never have to deal with people like the bicycle man again, or be a temp worker. She could move into a nice apartment. She might even be able to get training for a different kind of job. Maybe she'd go to vocational school. She could go all out and take a trip abroad—Ever since she moved to Tokyo, she'd been working herself to the bone—She couldn't stand it anymore.’
“God, it would have been so rough for her if she hadn't been able to get pregnant. I hated that process—I'd never want to go through it again."
"But she got two million yen for trying.”
‘She couldn't explain it exactly, but it wasn't the money that bothered her—Obviously, if they were paying for this procedure, they would try to choose the best eggs and the best uterus they could find. The price they paid would determine the result. Wasn't that basically akin to chopping up the body of another woman, only with money?’
"It doesn't have to be that complicated. I think we should approach it rationally, like Americans. Whoever has something sells it to whoever doesn't. That's why the person who doesn't have it pays. It's an exchange, plain and simple. It's about helping someone."
"Helping someone. That's a convenient way to describe it."
"So who does a child belong to?"
"To the person who wants it."
"We should have frozen your eggs right after we got married.”
“To be perfectly honest, sometimes I just feel like a baby-making machine.”
"—why don't you hold off on divorcing her for a little bit, and then have her help you take care of them? And you can get divorced before they're old enough to remember anything. Just for the first year or so, until they're weaned. After that, you can bring them over here, and we'll just have to raise them together."
“I don’t know, Mom.”
"—it's based on a story called The Chrysanthemum Vow. The story goes: Two warriors grew very fond of each other, and swore brotherly allegiance. They promised to meet again the following year, on the day of the Chrysanthemum Festival. A year went by, and one of the brothers prepared some food and alcohol and was waiting for the other one, but he didn't come. When he finally showed up, he wouldn't touch the alcohol. Huh, the first brother thought, “I wonder why that Turned out the second brother was dead, and it was his soul that had come instead."
"Wow, a ghost story. What a faithful man."
"—might have a different interpretation.
"And what interpretation is that?”
“Well, you know, she'd probably make a pun out of the chrysanthemum.”