this is only a dream he says from the couch and his lips are something I thought I remembered but they only taste like smoke. one day this will all make sense, he says, but I’m not as disillusioned as I used to be. I can see through walls, through the chambers of his heart and I don’t even know if I want to anymore. ignorance is bliss, I say to the objects in the next room.
they don’t answer and I don’t know if I expected them to anyway.
Then she spoke again. ‘I think how wonderful it would be if Aki-kun and I could continue on that voyage forever. Every night we’d snuggle close and gaze out the porthole at that moon made of ice. Come morning the moon would melt away, and at night it would reappear. But maybe that’s not the case. Maybe one night the moon wouldn’t be there. It scares me to think that. I get so frightened it’s like I can actually feel my body shrinking.’from “Yesterday” by Haruki Murakami