“Once I'd gone outside I could see Wada through the window of the Saveur, sitting there with his chin resting in his hand, staring out. I bowed to him, thinking he might be looking at me, but he didn't seem to notice. I turned and started walking to the station. My body felt strangely light, like my feet were floating above the ground. *How weird,* I muttered to myself. When I looked up I saw the nearly full moon, missing just the sliver on the left, floating in the night sky.” ReadingHealingJapanese LiteratureMetamorphosisRediscovery Author:Satoshi Yagisawa; Eric Ozawa, trans.