|Old Maple, ink, 2015|
Chieko was silent.
“But that’s all right, isn’t it? A child like the Kitayama cedars would be sweet, but no such child exists. And were there such a child, someday he would meet with suffering. I think, as long as a tree grows tall, it doesn’t matter if it’s bent or twisted. Take a look at the old maple in our little garden.”
-Yasunari Kawabata, The Old Capital