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Time itself slogged along in rhythm with my faltering steps. The people around me had gone on ahead long before, while my time and I hung back, struggling through the mud.

I cry when I’m lonely. Reiko says it’s good I can cry. But feeling lonely really hurts. When I’m lonely at night, people talk to me from the darkness. They talk to me the way trees moan in the wind at night.

You went back to Tokyo just about the time the autumn weather was deepening, so for a time I couldn’t tell whether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of the season.

How many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful, and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn’t wind my spring.

People leave strange, little memories of themselves behind when they die.

I had no way to deal with it, no place I could take it to or hide it away.