"I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know."
On Junichiro Tanizaki's The Maids
2 months ago