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During the Kofun period (c. 250–538 CE), it was customary to use stone pillows—blocks with a shallow depression in the center to cradle the head of the deceased—ensuring the back of the skull remained in place when laid in a stone coffin.
This memory resurfaced while I was working on *The Sheltering Sky*. I recalled having once read about these stone pillows in a book years ago, and eventually found it again in a short story collection titled *Men Without Women* by Haruki Murakami. The narrative in that book—like many of his works—flows seamlessly with the conceptual framework of the series I’m currently developing. It’s as if every element is a fragment of something larger, prompting a continual questioning of our own existence. Through this, I’ve come to understand just how minuscule our so-called “self” truly is—so small and fragile, constantly being swallowed by the boundless waves of time.
During the Kofun period (c. 250–538 CE), it was customary to use stone pillows—blocks with a shallow depression in the center to cradle the head of the deceased—ensuring the back of the skull remained in place when laid in a stone coffin.
This memory resurfaced while I was working on *The Sheltering Sky*. I recalled having once read about these stone pillows in a book years ago, and eventually found it again in a short story collection titled *Men Without Women* by Haruki Murakami. The narrative in that book—like many of his works—flows seamlessly with the conceptual framework of the series I’m currently developing. It’s as if every element is a fragment of something larger, prompting a continual questioning of our own existence. Through this, I’ve come to understand just how minuscule our so-called “self” truly is—so small and fragile, constantly being swallowed by the boundless waves of time.
