Leonardo Boiko’s Diary

Then one day you say the wrong thing to the wrong person and bam!, you’re fired
and forgotten,
with barely a word of goodbye from Maya,
blown by the wind in the streets
with the waves of other discarded bourgeois youth,
we the losers.

The machine hungers for new blood.

A quarter century, and back to the starting point. Not much to show for all the trouble — a couple babies, a resume full of too-short jobs, a few boxes of the antidepressants I now can’t afford, too many books, too much debt. But it doesn’t matter. In the town nothing’s real except the town. It’s morning and grandma is baking me cake.

We wanderers are protected by Kron, god of change. If we stay too much time in the same place, Kron will send powerful winds to blow us all the way back. That’s a reminder of our eternal destiny as wanderers.

(A wanderer from Fuurai no Shiren, SNES)