犬は吠えるがキャラバンは進む

The Dogs Bark, But The Caravan Moves On.

2022/07/15 English

I'm keeping on reading Takashi Akutsu's "The Journal of Reading" with Blur's album "Leisure". Sometimes I think about why I read this book. This can't provide any useful knowledge for my work. It doesn't have any great things for my life. But I like this book. While reading this, I feel huge happiness. I read this even if it is never useful. Just while I'm following the flow of the letters, I feel satisfied. That's enough. Maybe it can be said as I'm so lazy that I sink into the sea of letters. Readers might be junkies?

A friend showed a positive reaction to corona. The staff of my group home gets busy at their work. I think about these people or the people who work for the job coaches. I might think corona is getting decreasing. In Tokyo, people in the corona are increasing, and I should be careful that another infected person can appear. I should do what I can and take care of myself. I respect those people I wrote above. When will this corona panic end? Next year? Or later?

In "The Journal of Reading", I found this quote. Reading needs silence and therefore we have to put ourselves far from noise. Now our society is based on too much networking so it is difficult to keep silent for reading. Exactly, it is true. Me, when I read "The Journal of Reading", I can feel that I put myself into my personal world. But I also want to share various experiences of reading with others so I go into the world of reading. I want to bring back my personal experiences to the public therefore I read books.

The reading of "The Journal of Reading" will end soon. Next time, I will read Akira Abe's "A Simple Life" again or try reading Don Delillo's "Libra". My reading life goes on. Once, reading was a way of curing my lonely soul. Until I experienced a fatal encounter, I was alone... now I have some connection by LINE or WhatsApp. Many people support me. It sounds strange. I have never changed. I am just being myself. But the situation has been changing and great people have appeared little by little. I can remember Prefab Sprout's lyric. "A Life of Surprises".