An Architect Draws the Boundaries of His Own Life - Electric Literature

An Architect Draws the Boundaries of His Own Life - Electric Literature

The Summer House by Masashi MatsuieSensei was always the first one up at the Summer House.Just after dawn I was lying in bed, listening to him move around downstairs. I picked up my wristwatch from the bedside table. In the dim light, I saw that it was 5:05.The library, just above the front entrance, had a small bed, where I slept. As day was breaking, muffled sounds would rise through the old wooden posts and walls.I’d hear Sensei remove the ba…