Surely. We are carefree. We live against the world that doesn't allow us to be carefree.

Yoshio Kataoka



From short story, "Does This Coffee Become A Novel?" Two men of the same age who once met as a writer and an editor. Hearing a woman who worked at the bar where they used to go those days running a coffee shop, they went there. She told them that they never did “barber talks as usual”, and they answered that they had lived not in accordance with the speed of the world as they didn't like such a miserable way that they blamed their complain and dissatisfaction for the world and bitched at each other. It is not sour grapes.


"June 20  2019

from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"