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Washed Ashore: Memories and Regrets on a Tokyo Beach
I really don’t like walking to the beach, especially on dull summer days, when the wet rain hits my chest and makes me unable to breathe. A shirt is washed and worn, worn and washed, over and over again, like a miserable pale sun attached to a confused body, wasting its warmth in vain. But people like me have a cold heart. It always beats alone, coldly, like silent raindrops, making no sound at all. The pocket of my jacket on the left always hangs down, because there is a mobile phone inside, a past number that has never been deleted, and a disconnected profile picture that is always gray,…
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Glimpses of a Gentler Life: How Small Moments Reveal What Matters Most
On the second floor of our house, there used to be a resident who lived there for many years, until recently they moved out. It can be said that they are the neighbors of my family for the longest time. Although they have moved away, I often think about when they were there. Although under the influence of modern urban civilization, even the neighbors who have been with each other for the longest time are just “gentlemen’s friends” who smile and nod when they meet, but every time I go up and down the stairs, I can always open the door of their house through the door. A glimpse…
