Emptiness

“It was night, and I couldn’t see, hear, or do anything. Despite the fact that it was summer, this six-mat, one-room apartment, devoid of furniture or anything else, was cold. A dark and terrible chill filled the isolated space. I held my head and trembled. ” —Satou

Tatsuhiko Takimoto, Welcome to the N.H.K. (novel)

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