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  1. Symbolic World


    In the depths of the mirror the evening landscape moved by, the mirror and the reflected figures like motion pictures superimposed one on the other. The figures and the background were unrelated, and yet the figures, transparent and intangible, and the background, dim in the gathering darkness, melted together into a sort of symbolic world not of this world. Particularly when a light out in the mountains shone in the center of the girl’s face, Shimamura felt his chest rise at the inexpressible beauty of it.

    Yasunari Kawabata, 雪国 (Snow Country), translation by Edward G. Seidensticker

  2. Ponder


    I felt a peace, an almost pleasurable peace, as I gazed out onto the lake, a book opened on a knee, my eyes resting gently on the visage of a duck, herself perched upon a branch laid broken near the shore, upon one leg, her beak nestled under a wing folded upon her back, the air still, a day complete.