But the third, oh the third. One Day in Spring follows no rules I can make out; landscapes are described minutely but I can't follow how the people move about in them; emotions are ascribed to characters with no evidence of their existence. (The fact that a man and a woman, hitherto strangers, pass each other on the road is *not* evidence that they're passionately in love. Though the same idea is expressed in The Operating Room. One of Kyoka's divine decadent kinks, evidently.) Those reviews at Goodreads give you an idea of the WTFery. And then I got to the point where the protagonist looks at the main female character's notebook and sees a series of squares, circles, and triangles. 'What is it? Tell me the name." "Master Triangle, Round Round, Lord of the Square." And suddenly, by god, I'm in Suzuki Seijun's Kageroza. 'Based on Kyoka's story,' says the review, which is about the size of it- what little I can recall of Kageroza. Suzuki dispensed with the egregious lion dancers plot point, fortunately.