BGM: Momus "Christmas On Earth"
Today was a day off. Indeed, it's Christmas but my day goes on as usual. This morning I go to AEON just as one of my morning activities. There, listening to Howie B's "Music For Babies", I read Andrey Tarkovsky's "Sculpting in Time". Even though I don't have enough knowledge of Tarkovsky's movies, this book contains his profound thoughts so it tells me a lot. I was born in 1975 so I have not known Tarkovsky at the end of the "Cold War". It also means that I have not known how he had to try to make movies during that tough time. I need to learn other facts from other books (but never say the reason why even if I am not a movie critic).
This afternoon I went to the main house of my group home and gave the leader some of my "bonus" money. Although we couldn't talk for enough time, he said a part of that money's usage was up to me. So I finally bought Shinji Aoyama's diary. I thought that I would live my peaceful, poor life in the next year. Returning to my room at the group home, I thought I would watch the Tarkovsky's movie. But eventually, I read the "Sculpting in Time" by the end. For Tarkovsky, movies must mean great art, but probably he thought they should be entertainment for people (or audiences). But about this, I should try to read once more, step by step.
Until this sentence, I have written two famous facts about autism. The one is the character that can stay comfortable if they do their "routines" with their rules or scheduling (some people say that I am really square, but it won't be correct. You must look at my room and know how I am lazy). Another one is the character that tries to "dig" the field they are interested in until they get satisfied with it (they often reach the stage many specialists get surprised at). Once I hated this character of mine but now I can feel happy with it. I feel glad about that.
This evening I spent my time doing nothing special with Ryuichi Sakamoto, Goldmund, and others. I noticed that I have never read Andy Clark's "Being There" (we Japanese use this as "Tsundoku"). I tried to read it and found that was interesting. I can remember that I used to read various books about brain science even if I am just an amateur. You might say why I read such many books although my memory can't memorize so much. But nobody knows what kind of details of the books "hit" me. But I am glad if the books, even though only a part of them, become my flesh and bones. Reading goes on and on.