I stared at the video of Ryuichi Sakamoto playing the piano, wondering what would happen if he escaped from the music for a second, and didn't put his hands back on the piano. Would the world come to a halt? Then he disappeared into another dimension.
Thinking about this, my eyes welled up with tears. My skin felt dry, so I picked up my fragrant hand cream. But I couldn't smell anything.
I realized that I hadn't been able to smell for a while.
To confirm this, I lit a cigarette and realized for the first time what it meant to smoke without smelling the smoke.
I felt like the world was collapsing, and I was a hidden disabled person.
I was restless the whole day, and then I didn't sl...