I was heading to junior high school one day when my maternal instincts suddenly kicked in. After being held hostage to those urges for a decade, I started to wonder if this feeling was really about motherliness. Virgin birth, genes, pregnancy... I journey through 10 years in search of the maternal.
The main character wrapped in a white cocoon rides on a train with no particular destination in mind. This character travels somewhere far away with the Face entrusted by another passenger, along with the Shadow that vaguely appears in the window.
Heartbroken, I bought a bottle of wine and drank it walking home. A tipsy journey reconstructed using the Japanese traditional storytelling method "rakugo."
