Self-Injury: A Struggle

Quotes By Person: Kobo Abe

It only happened in novels or movies that summer was filled with dazzling sun. What existed in reality were humble, small-town Sundays...a man taking his snooze under the political columns of a newspaper, enveloped in gunsmoke...canned juices and thermos jugs with magnetized caps...boats for hire, fifty cents an hour - queue up here...foaming beaches with the leaden scum of dead fish...and then, at the end, a jam-packed trolley rickety with fatigue. Everyone knows this is fact, but no one wants to make a fool of himself and be taken in; so, on the gray canvas of reality, he zestfully sketches the mere form of this illusory festival. Miserable, unshaven fathers, shaking their complaining children by the shoulders trying to make them say it has been a pleasant Sunday...little scenes everyone has seen in the corner of some trolley...people's pathetic jealousy and impatience with others' happiness.

-The Woman In The Dunes, Kobo Abe

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