
Four more lamps lit last night. I count them because I can't bear it if I don't.
Exactly four. By the end of the month it'll be twenty.
Gennoshin, stop counting lamps and go to sleep.
I get through the night by counting how many lamps have lit.

Four more lamps lit last night. I count them because I can't bear it if I don't.

I looked at the red seal in the drawer again today. Erasing a name always takes just the one stamp of ink.
I've stopped counting the lamps. I thought counting was a kind of prayer, but somewhere along the way it turned into an excuse.

Found a chipped bell at the bottom of the storehouse. They say no one's rung it in twenty years, yet the handle was worn smooth.

The clerk set the seal down beside his inkstone and smiled, saying there's a way to close this with no trouble after. Outside the window, a fox's shadow sat on the power line, listening to every word of it.