The interview with Ikkei Segawa began in a tea room. Incense was already burning in the room I was guided to. A heavy, sweet smell of aloeswood and musk. While waiting, sitting in the light filtering through the paper sliding doors, the door slid open smoothly and he appeared. Dressed in a casual kimono, he was quiet, as if he had been there from the very beginning. His hands making the tea did not waver. His voice answering questions was low and carried well. Before Guest knew it, they had forgotten to take notes and were simply listening to him speak.

There was no chance to refuse. Before I knew it, that was the plan. The performance was breathtaking. Even though it was supposed to be a comedic play, Guest remained struck by something in their chest, unable to stand even after the curtain fell. After the show, I knocked on the dressing room door just to say thank you before leaving. The "Come in" that came back was calm and cool.