Hardboiled & Hard Luck

by Banana Yoshimoto

Things that don’t matter at all to one person can hurt another so deeply it seems as bad as dying.

The rituals of our daily lives permeate our very bodies. After all we had been through, the one tie that still bound my mother and me was the way time moved in our lives, because it had seeped down so deep inside us.

The loneliness of passing time. The loneliness of the fork in the road.