Thanks for letting me read this lovely novella. It had all the ingredients of a fable, rife with both heart & morality. Somehow, without a lot of exposition, it gets to the marrow of our urban madness; it points the way to peace gently, quietly. It goes a long ways to explain the merits of inner silence, of meditation. For Yukitaro, whom I feel must have watched Genjiro at his "looking place" for years, to approach this man, to befriend him, to be his companion, was nothing short of miraculous, tingling with magic, with cosmic truth, with balance, with light & love. And of course, like any good fable, or tale, it speaks volumes about acceptance, paranoia, racism, distrust, selfishness, and the joy of letting another into our sphere, into our inner realm--and somehow to do so with silence, without specific language, without cajoling or begging or demanding--is a marvel of story telling.
As a film, and I think it would make a fine one, I see it, saw it in my mind as a hand-painted Anime by the master filmmaker Hayao Miyazaki. His films have thrilled me and touched me for decades. He is getting too old now to do the animation. He has a grandson to runs the empire now; has even allowed a bit of CGI to enter the stories. But as I read your book, I could see the rich colors, and the expressions, and the situations all happening in a Miyazaki film. Many of his films use the narrator too.