The meaning of life that never returns
I haven't seen my teacher in a long time. I would love to hear about how he had spent so many years editing and completing the big books without any hard problems. Someday I would creak up the old stairs again, at a coffee shop that was called "California". I would have just a cup of tea, I would like to hear not about the Invader game, which he might have been really serious about at the time. Over a drink, I would like hear his stories intimately about the voices of people who have passed away and the meaning of life that never returns, without phonology or semantics.
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1 March 2023
Tokyo
TANAKA Akio
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