BINDER
Compose
Children
Leaving the house, I walked along a sidewalk. Two brats in the distance were chasing and taunting each other. One of them leaps forward, crouches down, picks up something from the ground and throws it at his companion. I squint, thinking the worst. A fistful of cherry petals.
Getting on the Eiden train of each day there was a lot of hubbub. All the middle and high school boys and girls, as if gathered for a big event. What turbulence, and what shaking. And how much nastiness I heard, the kin...