After the quake blind willow, sleeping woman dance dance dance

His “own clumsy guesswork”? 
How much of what this man is saying can I believe?
“Oh, well, I’ll have to be calling it a day,” Ushikawa said. “It’s such an important 
matter, I’ll give you a little more time. Just a little. The clock is counting off the time. 
Tick-tock, tick-tock, without a break. Please consider our offer carefully once more. 
I’ll probably be getting in touch with you again soon. Good night, then. I’m glad we 
had a chance to talk. I, uh, hope you will be able to sleep well, Mr. Kawana.” 
Ushikawa hung up. Tengo stared at the dead receiver in his hand for a while, the 
way a farmer stares at a withered vegetable he has picked up from his drought-
wracked field. These days, a lot of people were hanging up on Tengo. 
As he had imagined, restful sleep paid Tengo no visits that night. Until the pale 
light of dawn began coloring the curtains and the tough city crows woke to begin their 
day’s work, Tengo sat on the floor, leaning against the wall and thinking about his 
girlfriend and about the long, strong arms reaching toward him from some unknown 
place. Such thoughts, however, carried him nowhere. They merely circled aimlessly 
around the same spot. 
Tengo looked around and heaved a sigh and realized that he was absolutely alone. 
Ushikawa had been right. He had nothing and no one to lean on. 

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