跳舞猫日録

Life goes on brah!

2022/12/11 English

BGM: The Smiths "Bigmouth Strikes Again"

Yesterday I used Twitter too much for a long time before bedtime. I won't say that I have any regret, but I have to reflect. I thought about how I should use Twitter from now and found that I would post something as memos of my reading. It's like the on-the-spot telecast. What am I thinking now, this moment? I don't have any passion for discussing something with others or showing my opinions roughly. Discussing something roughly beyond any genre gives me pleasure because it is like an adventure of intelligence. But if I got used to that, I would show some extreme opinions therefore it would become foolish.

How do I write this diary? I always use a memo pad, in which I write my ideas in English (once I tried to write something in Japanese, but I couldn't keep on longer. So I tried to write them in English then it got to suit me). Every morning I reflect on what happened the previous day with that memos and start writing my diary. After writing the Japanese version, I translate it into English. Some friends are in France or Indonesia and they read only English, so I started trying to translate.

I read Shinji Aoyama's diary more. The diaries are really interesting. They have no stories. Instead of them, ordinary events of every day are shown in order. But the records of these days which seem like chaos become interesting while we read these diaries more. I also read John Irving's novels along with reading that diary because I want to feel the greatness or profound touch of our lives which can't be accepted conceptually or smartly. Yes, our lives are chaos... I am heading to touch that kind of "chaos of this world".

Referring to the diaries, I should read Andy Warhol's diary again. I found that it was almost impossible to get Stuart Mardock's diary to read... I can't say that I am a maniac to read diaries, but I found that I have read a lot of diaries. Maybe the reason I started this diary was the result of reading such many diaries (Indeed, I completely forgot why I started my diary like this). I might be able to say that one of my favorite books, Fernando Pessoa's "The Book of Disquiet" is a kind of diary. I also can remember the diary-like essays by Yoshikichi Furui and Roland Barthes... Diaries are such profound, therefore wonderful fruits of our lives.