The Aosawa Murders

by Riku Onda

As always, the new season brings rain. No, I take that back; new is not the word I’m looking for, it’s next. The next season always brings rain.

On the Kanto coastline you don’t get the same sense as you do here of the overbearing presence of the sea. You can be right up close to the water’s edge and still not feel it. Heat and smells that rise off the land escape out to sea. Towns throw themselves open to the ocean. And the horizon is always far in the distance, like a picture in a frame.