” and then late into all the following nights, I lost myself in one of the many Pachinko parlors, in the deafening noise where you sit in front of your machine - one player among many, yet for that reason, all the more alone - and watch the countless metal balls dance between the nails on the way out, or once in a while into a winning game.
This game induces a kind of hypnosis, a strange feeling of happiness. Winning is hardly important.
But time passes. You lose touch with yourself for a while and merge with the machine, and perhaps you forget what you always wanted to forget.”
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