I was careless. I have no memory of reading "The Unfathomable Screw." I searched my bookshelf, but it wasn't there.
I was stunned to see a list of the author's works at the end of the book I had just finished.
I had prided myself on having read almost all of Akio Miyazawa's books up to that point.
Despite my conviction that I had always bought and read any unfamiliar works I found in the lobby sales corner of plays I was invited to, I had been utterly careless. Now, I will inevitably be scorned as a fool and criticized for my recklessness. "Words from the Other Shore," "The Road to the Cow," "I've Become Confused," "The Apple People" – not to mention those currently available in paperback – but from the moment they were serialized in "Thinking Person," I would receive them and immediately turn to the pages, laughing aloud. "The Non-Thinking Person," "A Hundred-Year Blue Sky," "The Method of Blue Sky," "The Moon Classroom," "Search Engine System Crash," "Rendering Tower," "The 14-Year-Old Country," "Theater is a Tool," "Thinking Water and Other Stones," "The Art of Being Dumbfounded," "Hinemi" Akio Miyazawa "Festival of Fish" Ryū Murakami. I read "Hinemi." "Chekhov's War," "Das Kapital" – I'll read those too. For some reason, these two books still sit unread on my shelf...



Yes, right now, I have just finished reading Akio Miyazawa's "Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. 3." I offer the flimsy excuse that as one ages, the internal organs slow down, but I read two-thirds of this book while sitting on the toilet. The book consists of two short stories, and for the second one, "The Return," I read almost all of it, leaving only the last eight pages – perhaps not quite "all or nothing" in that sense, but with sheer momentum, I read so intensely that the pile fabric of the toilet seat cover left a distinct imprint on my backside. Standing up from the toilet, feeling a bit dizzy, I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and poured my favorite mineral water, which I thought was gone, into a glass I had momentarily forgotten. I thought about the kind thoughtfulness that replenishes the water, then sat at my desk, finished the last eight pages, and am now writing this. Needless to say, this work will likely be adapted into a play or a movie... I'm looking forward to it. Recalling "The Road to the Cow," which made me laugh so hard that I thought my sides would split, and the idea that the ability to translate scenery into words is a crucial element in creating a novel, I remembered that cows also ruminate. I thought that my stomach, too, seems to ruminate a bit now as it did then. Period.

P.S. Akio Miyazawa and I share the same birthday and are both Sagittarians.
Sagittarius: Inclination towards academic thought, strong curiosity, adaptability, idealism, competition, so what's

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