" When I heard him speak Sensei's name, haratsuna, my tears welled up. And I had hardly cried up until that point. I was able to cry when I thought about him as Haratsuna Matsumoto, like a stranger. I was able to cry when I realized that Sensei had already gone away somewhere, before I ever came to know him well. "

― Hiromi Kawakami , Strange Weather in Tokyo