There’s something really quite magical about Asano Inio’s works. Often, I find that they run parallel with the works of Haruki Murakami, as they illustrate mundane life peppered with such surreal landscapes and worlds.
His two short stories that I’ve read exhibit what it means to grow up, to come to terms with overcoming your childhood hopes and dreams and having to accept adulthood, as mundane as they are. Yet despite the ordinary lifestyles that we lead, in the midst of a crowd of expressionless faces, there is still hope for us if we find what it is that we believe in and refuse to let go of our ideals. That’s what life is, I suppose.
Also, there was one really cute story about a daydreamer who, just by seeing a handsome guy for one second, began to imagine her entire life with him. That was a funny story