The book is here.

I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, but I leafed through random pages looking for you; your rabbit hole.

Is this where you paused, kneeling down for a moment to pick something up, so you knew exactly what it felt like?

Is this where you turned back and walked up and down, making underlines with your feet?

Everything points to your absence today:

Which shouldn’t exist
in this world,
the one who forgets
or the one
who is forgotten?

From Things I Want Decided by Izumi Shikibu, translated by Jane Hirshfield (The Ink Dark Moon).

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