It's been ten years since that summer.
It has been five years since I moved to this city.
There were three journeys that left a deep impression on me, all in summer and all at the seaside. The image is as bright as a spot burning on the retina.
So we can only wait for them to settle.
Memories have begun to become confusing... Those things that happened or did not happen, here or elsewhere, have long been unclear. Chasing the past images, I discovered that the light spots are always light spots.
An illusion that cannot be grasped.
Hence this novel. Before you forget it completely, close your palms again for the coming summer.