I Wonder What Human Flesh Tastes Like - Plot & Excerpts
Not that he’s ever done anything interesting, but I suppose that’s beside the point. If you have a garden inside yourself to tend, he told me, then it’s not necessary to concern yourself with other people. None of this prevented him from having children, but it’s no use crying over spilt seed. If there’s a garden inside me, it’s filled with weeds. I’m thirty years old but I feel like a child, a useless person who has never done anything. Not that I should complain — there are plenty of people like me. I could start a support group for us, if I had Makiko’s initiative. But I don’t. And anyway, I usually can’t stand other people. Maybe I’m not so different from my father after all. All I have is you, Ayumu — my girlfriend, or boyfriend, we haven’t decided which, although I know you don’t care about categories. The money has been sent, so there’s no need to read any further, if that’s all you care about. But I hope you’ll read to the end, and I hope you can forgive my self-pity — I’ve always been too sensitive, as I’m sure you know by now.
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