What makes life worth living? Dazai has always wondered - questioned - brooded upon that riddle. He's taken notes, followed advice, studied others, and yet, the question seems even more mystifying than when he began. And he's starting to run out of time. He needs something to hang onto. Dazai's mother has given him one final chance to get his act together, and that involves carting him off to a farm in the middle of nowhere to live with his estranged father and brother. He needs to make this work. He needs a reason. (crossposted from ao3)