the passengers on the hankyu line – hiro arikawa
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‘Wow!?’ ‘Kind of unexpected, right?’ On the roof of what at first glance seemed like a nondescript building, there was a bright red torii gate, just like the ones that mark the entrance to a Shinto shrine. ‘Huh … what’s a torii doing up there? Do you think they built a garden or something on the roof?’
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‘Also,’ and here the student’s expression became stern, ‘better to cut ties with people whose values make you uncomfortable. Otherwise, the longer you stay with them, the more you risk compromising your own values for the sake of theirs.’
