It was a day off today. This morning, I went to a library as usual to borrow some books. In front of that library, suddenly I thought this. As you see, I have read plenty of books throughout my life. Why have I needed such many books? Thinking about this, I reached a possibility. In a way, I have already become the mad one who just hasn't been separated from this society - You may say this must be ridiculous, but for me, this is a serious issue. Am I mad?
I need to go back to the most primal point. How can we distinguish between saneness and madness? How can I judge myself as sane or mad? And, if I have already been mad, could I get a certain normality again to become a good person? Thinking about this, I remember some marvelous/vivid books I have read. Bret Easton Ellis's "American Psycho", Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood", etc.
As I have written in this, I was treated as a mad guy at school among classmates when I was young. A creep who enjoys too minor books and music... About this topic, I go back to this opinion. That's this: TBH, crazy is this society itself (Shinji Miyadai, one of the most notorious sociologists who once very influenced my style of thinking, says that "this society is simply SHIT") therefore we must try to keep our sane. Or, we must maintain our illness every day enough not to become fatally crazy outsiders who could have lost their sane completely.
This afternoon, I went to this city's main office. Where a friend of mine has been doing an interesting exhibition, the "NAKAMA Exhibition". NAKAMA is a Japanese word that describes "mate(s)". As I have written above, once I was bullied as a mad student, therefore, I could trust nobody as a mate. Now, I have a lot of mates on the internet and also my real relationship.
By enjoying this exhibition (about 20 paintings are displayed), I reached this idea. These paintings must be the ones from every creator's imagination's reflection - in a way, these are every painter's reality (the world in their senses). What rich imagination movements! Although this must sound rude, maybe we can represent our lovely madness in this kind of creative way.
