Read: An Artist of the Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro ★★★★★ 📚

But as for the likes of us, Ono, our contribution was always marginal. No one cares now what the likes of you and me once did. They look at us and see only two old men with their sticks.’ He smiled at me, then went on feeding the fish. ‘We’re the only ones who care now. The likes of you and me, Ono, when we look back over our lives and see they were flawed, we’re the only ones who care now.’

Hazy recall, guilt, regret, memory, aging. The book itself floats, a little sadly, with some troubling feelings. Super.