Between tangled branches and moss-lined trunks, a man sways from a tree. Though he had entered the forest not long ago, he’ll never set foot out of it again. It’s a cloudy day. Mount Fuji continues...
The phone rang.
I answered, not expecting much, but when I hung up, I became a future Harvard-Westlake student.
I was in the sixth grade at the time, and I didn’t really consider the ramifications...
