Sublime

mien.

Contrition

I’d picked most of them up at used bookstores in Osaka, but I got my copies of Faulkner’s Light in August and Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain and Buddenbrooks from this young guy who showed up at the bar one day. This was after Mum and Komi died, when I was in my first year of high school. I didn’t remember the guy’s name, much less his face. He j