memories are like a substance, slipping viscously through the wrinkles and folds of a mind and finding their way into scenarios where they often times shouldn't be. this substance, however, never corrodes no matter how much time passes. the feeling in the air, the love in your heart, even the sounds are all echoed and strewn about your soul shining brightly as a reminder of the time long gone. 'yume no hashibashi' is not subversive of expected yuri tropes, and for once, i think that this simplicity works for it instead of against it. it's a bitter story with a structure that seems to unravel itselfinto a delectable meal and upon truly being able to dig into it you see how all the pieces come together. it's so refreshing to see the author depicting the struggles and hardships of growing up as a woman and the pains of expectations and using it to expand on feelings left stranded in the past. yumi sudou is the first author to make grandma yuri actually work and instead of playing it off as a joke it's expanded upon and pushed to subversive and spectacular heights. when reading i really got thinking about some of shuninta amano's works, as they feel really similar in composition. the scenes flashing back having more and more detail as time goes on and the general shell of this story all feel very amano-esque in a great way.

i cried a lot reading this. i feel as though it's because it reflects my own life as i make my way into adulthood and forge a path into the unknown but also due to the wistful, tired, retro feel of the series in general. seeing such a sincere story weave its way between generations while being thoughtful and sweet gives me hope to create new memories in the present and future, and urges me to appreciate the ones i've already made in the past.