If you find, years from now, a folded paper tucked into the pocket of a coat you haven’t worn in a long time, and it says simply Go to the market at dawn, bring two oranges, and listen — do as it directs. You may not see Hitomi. You may not find a Ministry file that explains why. But you will have the experience of a city nudged towards care, and that is the sort of evidence that refuses neat cataloging.