Akiyoshi jutted out her lip and then pointed at my T-shirt, saying, Dz‘‡–Š‹‰ˆ‘”™Š‹…Š–Š‡”‡ǯ•‘…‘ˆ‹”‡†–Š‡‘”›ƒ„‘—–‹–•’—”’‘•‡‘” ˆ—…–‹‘Ǥdz Dz‘ƒ‹ǫdz On the front of my T-shirt, which I had just happened to pick up somewhere or other, was a caricature of a moai statue in profile. Not wanting to orient myself strongly in any particular direction, this vagueness put me at ease. I suppose that was the day it all began. I started getting together with Akiyoshi more than I ever had before, and it was perhaps then that the pretense of our shared friendship truly vanished. It was not the university life that I had hoped for from the outset, but from there on out, an exhilarating time began. No matter how quiet or passive I remained, Akiyoshi always had something new and exciting to bring. †–Š‡ǡ‘‡†ƒ›ǥ Dzƒ‡†‡Ǩdz Dzǫdz Dzƒ›…Š‡‡•‡Ǩdz As I sat beside Akiyoshi in the usual lecture hall, she suddenly called my name and grabbed me by the shoulder, taking a selfie of us both with a digital camera before I could comprehend what was happening. Dz—ŠǫŠƒ–ǯ•™‹–Š–Š‡’Š‘–‘ǫdz DzŒ—•–„‘—‰Š––Š‹•…ƒ‡”ƒǤ”‡––›…‘‘ŽǡŠ—ŠǫǯŽŽ•‡†›‘—–Š‡’‹…Žƒ–‡”Ǩdz Dz‡•–•Š‘–ǫdz Dz‡’Ǥ…ƒ–ƒ‡’‹…•ƒ›–‹‡Ž‹‡‘™ǡ•‘‹–ǯ•„‡•––‘‰‡–•‘‡ ’”ƒ…–‹…‡‹Ǥdz When I finally got the file for the picture from my sharp-tongued friend, I saw myself looking at Akiyoshi in confusion, and Akiyoshi with a wide smile upon her face. From then on, taking photos became part and parcel of our Moai activities, but thinking about it now, that was the only time that the two of us ever took a picture together. Š‡ǡƒ‘–Š‡”–‹‡ǥ Dz–ǯ•”‡ƒ†›Ǩdz DzŠƒ–‹•–Š‹•ǫdz I took the item that was offered to me, finding myself holding a plastic keychain. It depicted a cartoon moai head.