The Ballad of Narayama; or, Ubasute

Footfall by footfall I carry up my old mother. Who will carry me?

By Eric DovigiPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Footfall by footfall

I carry my old mother.

Who will carry me?

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Eric Dovigi

I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.

Twitter: @DovigiEric

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Footfall by footfall I carry up my old mother. Who will carry me?

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