During the war, a man who lives frugally with his wife tackled a manuscript that had no plan to be published in the morning and worked as a fixed-term employee at a publisher in the afternoon. The wife cleaned the room as usual and went to work, but two hours later, the trash with the size of a tip of a little finger was “born” on the tatami mat. The trash bloomed dimly In the life that has been carefully spun, like a wildflower. The man saw the way he was in it. From the short story "A Ray Of Light."
"June 28 2019
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"