#second-hand bookstore

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Crab-Headband Second-Hand Bookstore Debuts in Chiikawa Anime PV

"Chiikawa" Second-hand bookstore wearing a crab headband appears for the first time in the 2nd PV of the anime released

[falseandrealultravival]

My Once in a while meeting: One night with a man who writes Chinese poetry (prose )

When I was living in Tokyo, I changed my boarding house frequently, but I was in Nogata-cho, Nakano-ward for about two years. I thought that I would live in Nogata (means field)because the tiger lives in Nogata, probably because I become a tiger when I drink alcohol (?).(tiger means bad drunken.)

There are many second-hand bookstore in Nogata and Koenji, Suginami-ward, and I also like old books, so I went into Nogata's store and searched for my only book closely.

Suddenly, an old man called out to me. He said, "Your eyes are unusual, wonderful. Would you like to go out with me for a moment?"

The eye light that I was supposed to have ... This could be taken as a Cheeky guy seen from the eyes from a delinquent boy, but in this case, it was good that he called out.

His place of residence is in Koenji, and I lived in Koenji before I moved to Nogata, so it was like a hometown. Hey, I accompanied him.

Guided to my whereabouts, I shared with him each other's identities. He is a poet who writes Chinese poetry, and was introduced to some of the Chinese poetries he actually wrote. He also said, "Hero knows hero."

Sake was served, and I was allowed to eat his hearty food. It was good sake and gastronomy. While doing so, I read aloud Chinese poetry. He seemed happy with my reading.

With such a pleasant exchange, I vomited after drinking a little too much alcohol. He blames it and says, " What is vomiting food? --go out!"

I also left his house in response to the words of quarrel, saying, "If you don't like vomiting, don't bother calling me!" We just drank too much each other. Both were big tigers.

We have never met again since then. But now that I call myself a poet, I sometimes look back on what that encounter was. Does that Chinese poetry become the source of snow in me and support the poetry?

The encounter at that time would be "Ichi-go-ichi-e(一期一会)"(= Once in a while) in the phrase. Not only poetry, but his way of doing household chores and cooking is alive in me now.

(2018.09.23)

(Note: Tigers and big tigers are people who get drunken and become aggressive.)

Later, when I told an elder woman what happened, she said, "You should have apologized to him." I never thought of that, and I was surprised. We shared a good time with each other until I was blamed. The last was "both fighters are bad", and I thought we were both good and bad.

I have no intention of apologizing to him.

[blue-opossum]

Book Store Peculiarity

        Morning of March 26, 2019. Tuesday.

        Dream #: 19,090-03. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec.

        I enter a second-hand bookstore in La Crosse in late morning, with no recall of my waking life. I am still subliminally aware I am dreaming.

        The bookstore represents one from real life from years ago though is oriented differently. The checkout is perpendicular to how it was in real life, though the entrance is in the same location. The young female cashier reminds me of the one from real life, but there is also an unfamiliar man behind the counter.

        I am here to retrieve about five of my dream journals. I put them here not to sell but to have for later access but in a bookcase with public access. They are journals in hardcover form from 1995 to 2000; designs I only saw in Australia, yet their presence does not trigger recall of living in Australia.

        There are other books I temporarily left here. I walk around the store and pick them out. I have an interest in four similar books of a set that seems to be about the pre-Capetian House of Bourbon (a play on a street name that intersects with our present home). They all feature heads of kings. I take these as well although they are possibly not mine.

        I am wary about walking out without saying anything. I think about what I should say about taking my dream journals and other books home, as I am uncertain if the cashiers remember the dream journals are mine. I walk out with no reaction on their part other than a puzzled appearance.

        False “memory” fascinates me in subliminal mode dreams. Another factor that has always interested me is how my dream self, even without dream state awareness, knows how to manipulate dream content without recall of my waking life. Instinctual dreaming typically takes priority over waking life memory.

        A checkout is a feature in my dreams since childhood and links to the waking process, indicating that I am leaving the dream state as I would exit a store after looking around.

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