A weekend's over. It's dawn. Twilight fades graciously. It's a Monday morning. You switch on some music. You let the guitar strumming fill the rectangular space of cottony grey freshness that's your room. You let the song coat over you as you get off the bed. It's a Monday morning. And with the legacy of music, you begin work.
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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