house k by hasegawa daisuke
the moment i stepped out onto the base of that hill was the same moment i knew i wanted to leave. i didn’t understand the damp gravel and the winding path that it etched into the landscape; it curved to the left and then steered right, sharply, at the most unconvincing angle of inclination, but nevertheless i followed the trail to its end on high. there i was met by two bulls, both with at least five instances of the words “was here” carved into their sides. i traced my fingers over each little scar. shallow, but with intention, concentrating the weight of the world from the outside in.
“i’m here too,” i told them, “but i don’t want to be. and i don’t want you to be burdened with the mark of a trivial moment like this.”
“yet that is exactly what we’re here for,” they replied. “them? they were here, but are no longer. you are. we are here for you as you are here for us.”
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yet that is exactly what we’re here for…
