Mew Imashuku

Although we are so close, you and I have never touched. As long as I haven’t touched you, I can’t know anything about you. I’ve always believed that. Trying to understand you from your words and expressions alone is as difficult for me as grasping a cloud. Adults in today’s society are good at getting through their daily lives without coming into contact with others. On the contrary, contact continues to be seen as vulgar, unclean: something to be eliminated. When did we cease to question this small form of physical separation? You and I met as adults, and from that moment until now, our relationship has always been warped. There exists a word: rehabilitation. It comes from the Latin “re” (again) and “habilis” (to be suitable). In this day and age, contact between people whose relationship doesn’t fall under a special named category, such as “family” or “lovers,” is not welcomed; you and I, whose relationship has no name, must enact a rehabilitation so that we can be suitable once again, as before—or even in a better way than before. I call this Thermal Touch Therapy.