"No. I haven't been acting correctly. I can't hardly recognize myself sometimes when I'm greased. I go on journeys out of my body and look at my red hands and my mean face and I wonder about that man who's gone so wrong... I've been becoming a problem to myself." Gazing upwards at the ceiling of the damp, dreary walls of his five-by-five storage room located opposite the Sugunami Ward Office, Rashka contemplated on the transient nature of this and it, but more so with it. The