Chapter One

I really hate being woken up by phone calls. Not a huge fan of phone calls in general, but I don’t sleep well, and having it interrupted when I did manage to sleep was particularly obnoxious. The fact that this call had woken me out of a fairly nasty nightmare made me resent it less, but did not make me sound any happier when I answered.…

Prelude

散るをいとふ世にも人にもさきがけて 散るこそ花と吹く小夜嵐
-三島 由紀夫の辞世、1970
A small night storm blows
Saying ‘falling is the essence of a flower’
Preceding those who hesitate
-Death poem of Mishima Yukio, 1970…