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[Novel] I Was Here—The Cat Says Nothing, But Sasebo Knows the Townscape (Episode 59: "The Morning the Blink Returned" / "Because I Blinked Back")


Side B: "The Morning the Blink Returned"

—From the perspective of Ryota Takahashi

A residential area near the harbor.
The morning air still felt a little sleepy.

I couldn't hear the sound of motorcycle engines or anyone's alarm clock.
Pedaling my delivery bicycle, I was out delivering newspapers.

It's been nearly a year since I started delivering newspapers.
At first, it was just to make a living, but once I got used to it, I started thinking about unnecessary things.

—How long am I going to keep doing this?

I dropped out of high school halfway through, and without finding anything I really want to do, I just work because the morning comes.
My parents don't nag me anymore.
They just know I'm doing it seriously, so I guess that's fine.

Around the corner, at the third mailbox.
Bun-chan was there again today in front of that house.

A white and brown spotted pattern.
Every now and then, it would gently sway its tail and just sit there.

At first, I didn't even pay it any mind.
But one morning, our eyes met, and I ended up saying "Good morning" for some reason.

Then, Bun-chan blinked slowly.

—My, it's warm, isn't it.

That was when it started.
The thought that "I want to pass by that place again" started to grow.

Honestly, I don't have any dreams right now.
Even when I see classmates who went on to college posting about their fun campus lives on social media, I just thought it was a world that had nothing to do with me.

But then, one day,
an elderly woman who received the newspaper smiled and said, "Thank you."
At that moment, I felt like, just maybe, I might be useful.

—If I'm supporting someone's morning, even just a little bit,
then maybe this time isn't wasted after all.

Today, Bun-chan was sitting in the same spot again.

I put the newspaper in the mailbox and stopped in front of Bun-chan.

"…You're here again today, huh."

Bun-chan blinked slowly once more.

It was as if she were saying, "I know."

The wind, which had been cold, felt a little softer.

"I'll come back tomorrow, too."

I whispered that quietly and pedaled my bicycle toward the next house.

—For some reason, I felt like I was looking forward to the morning just a little bit.

[End]



Side A: "Because I Blinked Back"
—From Bun-chan's perspective

Before the city lights had even gone out, I was already in that alley.

I sat in my usual spot every morning, flicking my tail in the sea breeze that drifted softly from the harbor.
The shadow of a slightly tilted utility pole. When I'm there, no one bothers me, and I can hear the footsteps of anyone passing by.

This morning, I was there again.
And then, he came.

Creak, creak, went the sound of a bicycle. It was the young man who delivers the newspapers.
His back was a little hunched, and he looked sleepy. But his eyes were looking straight ahead.

At first, she didn't even pay me any mind.
But one morning, she said this in a small voice.

"Good morning."

At that moment, I met her eyes and slowly blinked.

That was all.
But that was when it started.

That girl started stopping in front of me.
She would put the newspaper in the usual mailbox and turn her face toward me just a little.
And then, she would mutter something here and there.

Human language is difficult.
But the atmosphere and the color of her eyes at those times tell me most of what she means.

—You're thinking about something, aren't you?
But you don't have to be in such a hurry.

I just sit there.
I just sway my tail softly and blink back at her from time to time.

Then, that girl says again in a small voice.

"I'll come again tomorrow."

Yeah, that's fine.

With that voice at my back, I slowly stand up and start walking toward the scent of the next morning.

—I'll be here again tomorrow, you know.


[End]



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Afterword

Thank you for picking up this book.
And I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for walking this far with Bun-chan and the town of Sasebo.

I was born and raised in Sasebo.
However, I left the town for university and started working outside the prefecture.
But after several turning points in my life, I am now living in this town again.
This collection of short stories began because I wanted to depict the somewhat nostalgic, yet certainly changed, scenery of Sasebo and the lives of the people who live there, as seen through my eyes now that I have "come back to live in this town again," using a quiet lens called a 'cat's perspective'.
The protagonist, Bun-chan, is a white and brown patched cat.
He does not speak human language, but just by being there, he gently accepts the small fluctuations in people's hearts and the expressions they show to no one else.
A cat in a corner of the town.
While that is all he is, he is a presence that is surely remembered as having "been here."
The title of this short story collection was named as a word that symbolizes such a way of being for Bun-chan, and Sasebo as a "place where memories remain" for the people who have spent time in this town.
Furthermore, for the creation of this book, I have used OpenAI's ChatGPT as a creative partner.
At first, I started by consulting on the plot with a light heart, wondering, "What kind of stories would be born with a cat and a town as the setting?" but before I knew it, it became days of carefully exploring the breath of the story and the lingering resonance of words through dialogue with AI.
"A cat that doesn't speak," "people who don't want to talk," "memories of the town that disappear without being told"—
I feel that being able to shape such themes into something that is sometimes like poetry and sometimes like a story through collaboration with ChatGPT was an essential process for this work.
Sasebo is a town of slopes and harbors.
The scenery that has changed, and the air that remains unchanged, all continue to nurture the memories of the people and the town.
I would be happy if Bun-chan's story could gently nestle into your heart as one of those memories.
Spring 2025
From the town of Sasebo
Author


Profile | Kazuomi Matsunaga

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Biography: Graduated from Kyushu University, Faculty of Engineering (Materials Science) ⇒ Engineer at a metal materials manufacturer in Aichi (Production Technology) ⇒ Advertising sales for a local free paper in Nagasaki Prefecture ⇒ School corporation staff (← Now here). A person in his 50s living in Nagasaki Prefecture. Both children have become university students and left the nest, and I am living with my wife.
I am a writer who plays with thoughts every day at the intersection of "questions" and "curiosity." Recently, I have been writing about my own unique perspectives on themes such as education, stories, psychology, AI, and design, centered on the serial column series "The Science of Thinking." I am exploring "free design of knowledge" that goes beyond existing frameworks. My motto is "Imagination opens up the world."
In my main job, while being involved in university and education-related work, I value carefully observing the moments when "people come to like something" and "scenes where questions sprout."
🧭 I would be happy if I could deliver articles that, after reading, sprout one "new perspective" within you.
Any feedback is also very welcome!


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