Character: Sakumi

The smell of death and an overwhelming feeling of loneliness - that constant companion who accompanies her - even briefly - of a loved one... Interesting, but the one who escorted too experienced something similar?

... Perhaps, someday I want to take someone by the hand and go somewhere, on this dark night road. And then, perhaps, I will do so.

Within each of us, in the depths of the soul, breeds a weak, trembling something that needs care and love. And from time to time you need to cry because tears are a sign that the heart still hasn't withered that we are still capable of love.

Pain - an echo of the inability to believe what had happened.

I like the idea that people are willing to sacrifice the mountains, the forest and the smell of the sea just for the sake of Tokyo was another rich suburb.

When we have a lot of free time, we become sentimental.
Spiritual lethargy leads to the fact that memories become ghosts. They dissolve all of the parties enclose you in a circle. At first it even feels good, but quickly bored. I want to have these ghosts disappeared below consciousness for a moment lit up with a flash of light that would allow us to see things as they really are. But on the other hand, after the flash darkness becomes even thicker...

- So what was this flash, Yoshio? - I repeated, burning with curiosity.
Only you don't laugh, okay?
- I won't laugh. I promise.
- When Sasako started to sing, everywhere in the her singing flocked perfume. Countless. Millions, maybe billions, brother looked at me with enlarged eyes. They gathered together, and then suddenly all broke! And I saw!!
What?
- Eternity, solemnly said brother.
- Clearly, - I said.

Sometimes that voice is shaking, and the tremors this did not appease. Or, for example, pointless swearing during an argument: you yelled and regretted, but did not return. Sometimes the heart is torn by jealousy and love, I want to respond with violence, and then as if the angel suddenly descends from the sky and saves you at the very moment when it seemed that everything is over. After all, this is the same.

... Man on the beach - always a poet.

I wonder why people are so concerned about the lives of others? It is clear that nothing can be done!

Night kitchen is the area final and irrevocable paralysis of thoughts. In any case can not stay in this place for a long time. In any case you can't make their wives and mothers to live a life in the kitchen. Here arises not only delicious soup, but also domestic alcoholism and even the urge to murder. The cuisine is global: it is a mysterious place that controls the life of the house.

She was too bright a beacon of why we are the ships sailing past, blinded by her radiance, as one went astray and were doomed to an unusual fate.

People dependent on another person powerless. But in actual fact this apparent impotence. He can do everything.