I had a day off. This morning, I went to the library to borrow some books (especially, Haruki Murakami's "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World"). After that, on Twitter I joined the ongoing discussion about how to take a good position between fiction and reality (I wrote in yesterday's journal). For example, in Haruki's debut novel "Hear The Wind Sing" a fictional American author Derek Hartfield appears as who influenced the main character so much. If Haruki (or I) had written this kind of fake historical content now, then some diligent readers could appeal that it should be prohibited as a sort of "demagogue". Certainly, I need to think about more.
After that, I started reading one of them "The Words Toolbox" by Nayuta Miki [三木那由他『言葉の道具箱』] and found that it contains how to give our advice "Don't die, please" to others. About this issue, now I have been thinking about the reason why I'm now living... TBH, in my opinion now I am here because of the actual "places" or "communities" themselves, and also the friendship/connection with my friends (therefore, not just by any heartful comments only). How can we build such a powerful/trustworthy chain with others? The Miki's essay certainly lets me think about this profound, very "real" problem.
This afternoon, I went to the book café to see its owner, who once had recommended that I should draw my pic. There, we talked about various topics such as that pic itself, and also about Haruki Murakami. After that, he let me read books there. I bought two paperbacks of American literature (short novel collections).
This evening, I enjoyed a Zoom meeting with my friends. Today's topic was how Japanese speakers' pronunciation was bad (and also, how we can make that correct). As a speaker who has the incorrect one, I have had an interest in her presentation, and thought that to try to follow/learn the so-called "correct" one can break actually our introverted shyness itself. Just like to learn new songs to show our singing in public can do so.
