261- Hitomi Fujiwara 13 — -dandy

When asked, in the sterile tones of interrogation rooms she rarely entered, about the ethics of her work, she would smile and say nothing; the best justifications are lived, not argued. If one neighbor started growing basil on a fire escape and another learned to ask after names without fear, what difference did a memo from a Ministry make? The true ledger was not of files but of mornings when windows opened together, when people shared the same thin sunlight.