When she came, she turned her back to the man: "You know? People can be tamed."
Now that I think about it, the sunshine was really nice that day.
Thinking about it now, all she had was the freedom she had back then.
In a transaction called domestication and freedom, how could nineteen free lives pass through her hands and become the shadow of puppets under the rich splendor of that era?
Can illusion, witchcraft, and voodoo be used as tools to control people's hearts?
Or is it that those people's hearts have long been lost, and all that is left are puppet bodies.
Even if you are in hell with ghosts, you can feel at ease and leave at any time.
This is the freedom that I, a lonely guest in the world, have in my heart.
——Kawabata Yasunari