A hundred people to a car, a thousand people to a train, a thousand trains crisscrossing the city.
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The city teems with people-in the windows o buildings, in cars, on pedestrian bridges. Leaning against the door, I watch the scenery flow by. I get through the turnstile at the crowded station, take the escalator down… I board a commuter train. Just as I once learned the names of the mountain peaks, I can name a few of the skyscrapers now without even trying. In front of me… Tokyo’s cityscape, which I’ve finally gotten accustomed to, spreads out before me. I open the door of my apartment… I shut the door to my condo. I tie the necktie I’ve finally gotten used to, then put on my jacket. Gazing into the mirror, I do my hair, pulling my arms through the sleeves of my spring suit.
Washing my face, I get the feeling that the taste and lukewarm temperature of this water once startled me, and I look into the mirror. I give up, get out of bed, leave my room, and head for the bathroom. This hand once held something really precious… Both the dream and the tears that briefly filled my eyes have already evaporated. Little drops of water dot my index finger. I wipe the tears away with my right hand, then stare at it. …And I can never remember what I was dreaming about. Every so often when I wake up in the morning, for some reason, I’m crying.
It’s so sudden that, before I have time to so much as form a thought, the tears come. In that two-second span, the sense of unity that enveloped me a moment earlier vanishes without a trace, without an echo. A tingling, exquisitely sweet feeling fills me. I’ve never encountered the sting of loss. Like an infant cradled at its mother’s breast, I’m wholly untouched by anxiety or loneliness. We’re bound to one another, almost inseparable. I’m pressed against someone very special to me, so close that there’s no space between us. Afterword Essay by Genki Kawamura Yen Newsletterĭream A nostalgic voice and scent. Classification: LCC PZ7.1.S5176 Yo 2017 | DDC -dc23 LC record available at ISBNs: 978-6-2 (hardcover) 978-9-5 (ebook) E3-20170429-JV-PCĬontents Cover Title Pa ge Copyright Chapter One: Dream Chapter Two: The Beginning Chapter Three: Days Chapter Four: The Sear ch Chapter Five: Memories Chapter Six: Reenactment Chapter Seven: Struggle, Magnificently Chapter Eight: Your Name. Title: Your name / Makoto Shinkai translation by Taylor Engel cover art by Makoto Shinkai.
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