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This is a story about love and loss and the inability to understand each other. I lost my father last year, which may have influenced the story.

I was compelled to write about the feeling of stagnation in modern Japan and the anger and resignation I feel right now. Accumulation of small understanding, friendship, love from others, and good movies made me alive today. But what happens to those who don't? The woman who showed up at the end could be anyone.


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