January 26, 1906Forty-seven days have passed and the bananas in my kitchen are still green. They remain untouched and unmoved since I brought them home from market. To my eye they appear ordinary in ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Christmas was in full swing everywhere. Wherever I went, old Christmas tunes played cheerfully in the background. In little stores, in shopping malls, in headphones of strangers with the volume far too loud. I loved this time of year. The delicious smell of mandarins and peanuts wafted down the street. I ran on not much more than this for the whole month of December. People craved the old stories Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, and Jack Frost... But I mainly just cared about Jack Frost. My mother gave me a diversified education of holiday characters when I was a child, but I'd quickly lost i