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Afterword

There are a lot of holes to fall into around here. That was the way I, at least, came to see the world.

Small holes, big holes, shallow holes, deep holes, easily-seen holes, hard-to-see holes, holes no one had yet fallen in, holes many had fallen in.

Truly, a wide variety. Thinking about each and every one of them made me too uneasy to take a single step. ๐“ทโ„ด๐“‹๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ˆ๐“ฝ.๐’ธโ„ด๐“ถ

When I was young, I liked stories that let me forget about the holes. And not just I, but everyone seemed to like writing stories that described a safe world, where all the holes had covers put over them. We might call them โ€œsterilized stories.โ€

Of course, the protagonists donโ€™t have only good things happening to them, and in fact experience an above-average amount of suffering and hardship.

But ultimately, it all helps them to mature, and give them a reassuring feeling that โ€œpeople can accept anything and live.โ€ Thatโ€™s the way of those stories.

I think that we donโ€™t wish to induce sadness in our fiction as well.

But one day, I suddenly realized I was in a dark hole. I fell in most irrationally, without any prior warning. It was an extremely small and hard-to-see hole, so I couldnโ€™t hope for othersโ€™ help.

Yet luckily, the hole was not deep enough that I couldnโ€™t crawl out, so over a long period of time, I made it out by my own power.

Once back on the surface, basking in the warm sun and clean wind again, I thought. No matter how careful people are, they never know when theyโ€™ll run into a pitfall. Thatโ€™s the way of our world.

And perhaps the next hole I fall into could be a deeper one. Deep enough that Iโ€™d never make it back here again. What, in that case, am I to do? ๐—ป๐จ๐˜ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐˜€๐˜.๐œ๐จ๐ฆ

Following that, I stopped earnestly reading those โ€œstories that plug up the holesโ€ I described previously. Instead, I came to prefer stories that portrayed โ€œpeople getting along happily in holes.โ€ Because I thought, I want to hear the story of the person who, in a dark, deep, narrow, cold hole, can smile without it being a bluff. To me, there might not be anything more consoling than that.

โ€œPain, Pain, Go Awayโ€ was the story of people who fell into a hole they could never again escape. Yet I wrote it intending it not to be purely a gloomy story, but a cheerful one too.

It really may not appear that way, but it is. It is.

- Sugaru Miaki

This chapter is updated by ๐™›๐“ป๐™š๐™š๐”€๐™š๐“ซ๐“ท๐™ค๐’—๐™š๐™ก.๐’„๐™ค๐’Ž

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