One day, the writer saw a worn man drinking alcohol in a park in the daytime. However, in the tree beside, his suit jacket was hanging neatly on a hanger. She wondered if he had learned to do so from his mother. The jacket was not wild though it was dirty. He had something alive in him. The sight looked a gift to her. From “Memories That Writer And Witch Met."
"December 24 2019
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"