of it. o t nigice, and he’d drown.”
“Did he really drown?”
Miyake sh morphine.”
“So ion didn’t come true. Or maybe o make sure it come true.”
“On t least, it looks like t,” Miyake said, pausing for a moment. “But in a sense, . to tions can stand for sometimes. And tand for can be a lot more intense ty. t’s t t ion. Do you see w I mean?”
Junko t about it for a w see w .
“I’ve never once t about o die,” s t it. I don’t even know o live.”
Miyake gave a nod. “I kno’s guided by to die.”
“Is t how you’re living?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. It seems t imes.”
Miyake sat do to Junko. tle more ed and older t and sticking out.
“ kind of pictures ing?” she asked.
“t ougo explain.”
“Okay, t’s t ted?”
“I call it Landscape iron. I finis t’s just a picture of an iron in a room.”
“ so tougo explain?”
“Because it’s not really an iron.”
S an iron?”
“t’s right.”
“Meaning it stands for something else?”
“Probably.”
“Meaning you can only paint it if you use someto stand for it?”
Miyake nodded in silence.
Junko looked up to see t tars in tance. Miyake t piece, to to touco . Sook in a long, deep breat.
“You knohing?” she said.
“?”
“I’m completely empty.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
S, tears ill ears stop.
“t all in er, . Empty.”
“I know w you mean,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yea.”
“ can I do?”
“Get a good nig usually fixes it.”
“ I’ve got is not so easy to fix.”
“You may be rig may not be t easy.”
Just teamy ion of er trapped in a log. Miyake raised time.
“So, w should I do?” Junko asked.
“I don’t knooget do you say?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m serious.”
ill around silent for a leat.
“Any’s till t,” Miyake said. “e built it, so company to t goes out, and it turns pitchen w