Status Updates From Palm-of-the-Hand Stories

“Evenings in the park, from spring into autumn, tens and hundreds of couples walked hand in hand. It was a park with few lamps and many shadowy trees.”

“‘Oh, husbands, on days of afternoon rain, especially on evenings of late-autumn rain, hurry back to the stations where your wives are waiting. I cannot promise that a woman’s heart, like a woman’s umbrella, will not be handed to another man.’”

Did a pdf file write this? I simply thought he was innocently writing about young girls til I reached the short story “Hair” that was my breaking point. I will not be reading further. Over and out.