Four Nights | Japan#03

“Well, what sort of man are you?
Come, make haste – begin – tell me your whole history.”
“My history!” I cried in alarm. “My history! But who has told you I have a history? I have no history…”
“Then how have you lived, if you have no history?” she interrupted, laughing. “Absolutely without any history! I have lived, as they say, keeping myself to myself, that is, utterly alone – alone, entirely alone. Do you know what it means to be alone?”