“So the day after next, I bought a pile of colourful macaroons at the macaroon shop in the arcade….I placed the box of macaroons and cherries on the coffee table with a polite bow. Thanking me with a smile, she took the two boxes to the kitchen and soon returned with some coffee and the macaroons neatly arranged on a plate. I had half expected to see a maid walk in. I sipped the coffee and took a tiny bite of a macaroon. It’s such a peculiar feeling, buying macaroons. You feel like a complete idiot, and yet that absurdity makes it somehow satisfying. They’re unbearably sweet, and the outer shell never fails to stick to the roof of your mouth, and besides the name is so silly. Its infuriating how overpriced they are, only because people think they are something special. They only remind you that you’ve never once thought they tasted good.”
Mieko Kawakami, “Dreams of Love, Etc.”
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