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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Kawashima and Taku-chan sometimes drew pictures together,
and Taku-chan's were always the same.
He'd smear the whole sheet of paper with black or dark blue or purple,
and in the middle he'd paint a naked little boy whose body was pierced from head to foot with arrows -
dozens of them protruding in every direction, like quills.
'Who's that?' a counseller once asked him,
and Taku-chan said, 'Me.'
The counseller said, 'Well, if it wasn't you, Taku-chan, who would it be?'
'If it's not me,' said Taku-chan, 'I don't care who it is.'


-An excerpt from 'Piercing' by Ryu Murakami


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