Sublime

“Lachrimae”

As she ducked behind the beaded curtain separating the lobby from the kitchen and boilers, I noticed a sliver of her dress was stuck between her buttocks. She removed this with a single dainty tug—a thoughtless, automatic action on her part, but I felt a great fortune to have witnessed it and began whistling a wild, snappy tune.

EVERY EVENING, at dusk, we began burning our things: old bank statements and diaries, Buddhist family altars, wooden

In the tearoom there is a sober veneration for unadorned rusticity, for the greatness to be found in the most restrained expression of the humble and simple.

inscrutability

Oshima’s shadow on the floor moves in time with his movements, though it’s slightly more exaggerated.

and she looks into my eyes as if trying to catch the image of a minnow that has darted across the pool of a limpid spring.