BGM: Spandau Ballet "True"
I looked at my room's bookshelf and found Hyakken Uchida's paperbacks, which let me want to read them again. Hyakken's books were the ones I bought at the bookstore of my university when I was a student. Since then, I have read them for a long time. It might be good to read and feel Hyakken's imaginary world again or read Yasunari Kawabata's "Snow Country" or Yoshikichi Furui... those books which lead me to invite another world to attract me at this season. For me, "Isekai" is a place that has awful and enigmatic power. Therefore mysterious, and lets me feel like I am rebirthed.
I can feel that I am a Japanese person. I have grown up in this country so I am soaked with a certain "nationality". These books I lined up are the ones that attract my sense as a Japanese. Once, when I was just in my 20s, I had a foolish idea as "Nations and nationality must be fictional". I thought that nationalism was just an imaginary thing. But now I can feel that the base of my thinking has been influenced by this country Japan. I have been supported by Japan. I still live this life as a Japanese.
Today I enjoyed a lecture that had the theme of "Walking at the Cyousuijyou". It was a presentation about the old castle in the town I live. I am really an amateur in historical knowledge, but I thought I could enjoy various dramas old people had made. Yes, it was great. I should learn from history with many novels or others. Next year I might have to read Shuhei Fujisawa, a Japanese great author.
Today I got a piece of news about extra money as a bonus. It is an extremely cold winter so I might not have to rely on this news too much. All I want now is just a new book by Shinji Aoyama so I will give the rest of it to the staff of my group home...TBH I have to admit that I have more books and more items, but I might give up having too many desires because of this limited life. I will read Fernando Pessoa, Yoshikichi Furui, and Wittgenstein again and again, with the motto of "satisfied with the ones I already have".
