Diary of a Void

by Emi Yagi

Here I was, more than thirty years of life behind me, still completely unaware of the simplest things.

Maybe that’s what making a family is all about: creating an environment in which people make space for one another—maybe without even trying, just naturally, to make sure that nobody’s forgotten.

Where does it come from? Spring arrives wrapped in an air all its own. It’s in the all-too-bright world seen from the train window, in the potted plants taking over the city’s balconies, in the gleam of fresh white sneakers.