When a character utters this line in “UFO in Kushiro,” all of these things have happened – vaguely, to other people. Its main character, Komura, has known of them only tangentially. His wife has left him because he is too much like a “chunk of air,” and he has taken a trip to a vast, cold border town with frozen borders and chilling winds. He’s talking with a woman who is unfamiliar to him, but is spookily prescient, and stirs something in Komura that he only recognizes in a fleeting instant – and that’s because what he recognizes is fleeting, too – himself.
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