Wednesday December 27, 1989
I was reading Time magazine at the bookstore; it was an article about Japan, in English. Occasionally I'd look up and find myself in the Japan I was reading about. The sensation was like that optical illusion where you look at the picture and see a vase and look again and see two faces in profile. In some ways the Japan I was reading about seemed more real than the one I was standing in. I need other people's words to confirm and validate my observations.
Today we did the only sane thing and went our separate ways: I went shopping; JQS went to the bookstore, and Murakami-sensei went sight-seeing.