[There's a book on her nightstand, that wasn't there yesterday morning. Small, the cover is somewhat garish; too bright a pink, small lettering that holds little contrast.
k i t c h e n banana yoshimoto The international bestseller
It's not the newest copy. The spine shows signs of serious use, rather than a lack of care, and the pages are pristine; no finger smudges from eating whilst reading, or irritating drops of water. Certain lines here and there have been underlined, and neat cursive fills in the spaces from time to time-
When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen. Whether it’s cold and I’m all alone, or somebody’s there and it’s warm, I’ll stare death fearlessly in the eye. It it’s a kitchen, I’ll think, “How good.”
⚹Perhaps this was my mistake. Kitchen.
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light our path is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.
⚹Although I was raised with LOVE, I was always lonely.
Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. I’ve always lived with that knowledge rooted into my being.
⚹Sans would have LOVEd this.
There was only one way to learn; I tried anything and everything, and I tried to do it right. And when I began to make myself crazy with irritation I would stop what I was doing and take a few deep breaths. At first my impatience would lead me to the brink of despair, but when I finally learned to correct my mistakes coolly, it was truly as if I had somehow reformed my own slapdash character. Or so I felt (of course, it wasn’t true).
⚹It's you, Rin.
The rest of the book is filled with commentary of a similar caliber.
[Backdated: 16th December]
k i t c h e n
banana yoshimoto
The international bestseller
It's not the newest copy. The spine shows signs of serious use, rather than a lack of care, and the pages are pristine; no finger smudges from eating whilst reading, or irritating drops of water. Certain lines here and there have been underlined, and neat cursive fills in the spaces from time to time-
When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen. Whether it’s cold and I’m all alone, or somebody’s there and it’s warm, I’ll stare death fearlessly in the eye. It it’s a kitchen, I’ll think, “How good.”⚹Perhaps this was my mistake. Kitchen.
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light our path is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.⚹Although I was raised with LOVE, I was always lonely.
Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. I’ve always lived with that knowledge rooted into my being.⚹Sans would have LOVEd this.
There was only one way to learn; I tried anything and everything, and I tried to do it right. And when I began to make myself crazy with irritation I would stop what I was doing and take a few deep breaths. At first my impatience would lead me to the brink of despair, but when I finally learned to correct my mistakes coolly, it was truly as if I had somehow reformed my own slapdash character. Or so I felt (of course, it wasn’t true).⚹It's you, Rin.
The rest of the book is filled with commentary of a similar caliber.