It lays spread before me
Merlot blanket of time and tide
This glossy breadth of upheavals
That, in due course, would subside
Some day this will be paradise
The home about which I’d lied
But this eternity, it’s a wasteland
Where hopes and tears collide
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First Impressions: Ms Ice andwich by Mieko Kawakami
I’ve noticed how so many of the contemporary Japanese stories have a diaristic-feel to them. Sure – there are plots (sometimes very grave ...
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That is entropy at work. Order is a transient state.
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