Currently am absorbed in the literary works of the likes of Oe, Mishima, and Abe.

I suppose these are those I want to have encountered before I truly am immersed

in the life that goes on over at what I refer to the other side, more than I could help.

As a city person, urban life is indispensible. That said, however, somewhere inside, I live for the

day when I might savour that idyllic life in England.

One of the things I like about England is the way the light filters through rooms and buildings.

How I love it so.

I also wish, though it could hardly be realised as I'm not the same person, to be as beautiful as Mother.

Unsuprisingly, am not the only one. It's been that way for as long as I can remember, and before I

came to exist.