雪国《惆怅》

Actually i like 千只鹤 and 波千鸟 better.

torn between guilt or rather shame and pleasure the man came to know more about himself and what he desires. What is pure what is dirty what is beautiful and what is ugly -- the line is thin. yet there is that special someone you are just so naturally drawn to yet he is destined to be at the other side of the river. the feeling is like between a prey and a predator strongly felt but at the same time so soft and untouchable. you can't even be sure if it ever existed afterwards.

And the story in relation to the tea cups is very Japanese i suppose.

Anyway i feel languid and melancholy in the afternoon reading this book. i haven't felt this way for a long time.