“You wouldn’t understand. You’re only a child.” The child, fidgeting, wriggled his face for a while, but then suddenly disappeared from sight; his bottom flashed across the water surface for a moment, and then the next instant, there was a whitish shadow in the water and he sank towards the bottom. In the clear water surface, like a drop of rain had fallen, layers of concentric circles spread out. I just realized this now, but there was not a single strange thing about it. Even in the middle of the night you can probably see. Day and night were indistinguishably connected, because even as my tears clouded the glass, my glasses had no eyelids. “Can’t see a thing through my tears. So I’ll just reach my hand out and try to grasp the things that are close by.” “I imagine you can hear it. Lady.” The woman was stone quiet as if about to lose herself in her thoughts, but at last she faces the wall, letting out a big yawn. During this blink of the mouth, her own hand serves as the lid. On the wall is the clear outline of the window bathed in moonlight. Swaying gently, the bare groupings of branches from leafless trees drop their shadows above it. A telephone rings in the distance, and a voice can be heard in the room on the other side of the wall. My heart must be torn between two conflicting concerns at the same time and place. If only I could see my own face, I should be able to understand everything. “I even forgot my own name. But I do know who lives in this room.”