A band called Uma, playing live at a Soba restaurant in Tokyo.

Men in their 40s. Me and a guy from 1400 years ago in the same neighborhood.

I translated a very short poem by Kiyoko Nagase.

I must admit TV is an old home altar of capitalism. But I couldn’t stand life with the broken any more.

I couldn’t help buying the new one hoping it would work a little better somehow for my life than the small screen in my hands.

Precious

I found out one of the reasons why I like William Carlos William and Jens Lekman. That’s because they both belong to the literature of the ear.

As compensation for my soul sucking job, I bought those souls for myself.

Every winter I tried to read Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot and I always gave up in the first couple of pages. It’s been almost 10 years since I first started. But this year, it seems different. I’ve been reading on further. This English edition is good to me. The Oxford one was too rigid and harsh I felt.

Watched the film Angst Essen Seele Auf. So odd, so comic, so cute, so sad, but somehow simple and deep. I was going to try first 10 minutes but couldn’t stop till the end.

I’ve been enjoying reading “I Wake Up in Shibuya” by Anna Cima. It’s a novel about living ghosts haunted by Japan and Japan haunted by japanized aliens. And now I’m haunted by this book. I think I am one of those living ghost aliens.

No motivation to make supper tonight.

Lately I’ve been into the 70s and 80s TV series which the main characters were in the same generation as my parents. Those young guys were struggling with their parents. Of course now they’re so old like around 70 but it feels very strange. Strangely alluring to me somehow.

And if you think you’re out of trouble, that means you’re just frigid to the world.