When you’re young, you can excuse many things, hoping they will strengthen with time.

Everything seems simpler from a distance.

Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.

Matsu gathered up what little was left of the food and wrapped it back up in the furoshiki. ‘I followed you and the others down to the beach yesterday morning. I wondered if you might...

Sometimes you can’t let go of the past without facing it again.

Even a snail will eventually reach its destination.

But how will I know it’s my destiny?’ ‘Like love it will possess you… You can’t help but know.