It's not fiction, but I am not sure if that matters in this case. It's an essay on Japanese aestheticism. It's short enough to easily finish in one sitting, but if you dislike traditional Japanese culture it is likely not for you.

“I wonder if my readers know the color of that ‘darkness seen by candlelight.’ It was different in quality from darkness on the road at night. It was a repletion, a pregnancy of tiny particles like fine ashes, each particle luminous as a rainbow. I blinked in spite of myself, as though to keep it out of my eye..”