Inui-san, hello. Driving home earlier in my precious Nissan Skyline (albeit an automatic) I saw the big, mid autumn moon and thought it looked like a stage set. As I write, I’m still a bit tickled by my pretentiousness.
I read your reply at noon a few days back, drinking an iced coffee in a Doutor coffee shop near Shinjuku Ni-chome. It caused a mixture of amusement and embarrassment, and a feel of the streetlight photo made me grin. It’s like when you see a passer-by or some woman riding their bicycle or talking on their phone and you look at their smiling faces and think: “Isn’t it great we’re alive!”?
I’ve digressed somewhat, but in my case, I do my thinking in the car and my work in a coffee shop.
Somehow I just can’t work in a cafe or a family restaurant. Unless I can veg out for a while in an environment that can only be described as an old school coffee shop, I don’t get in that “let’s get down to business!” mood.
Working at home is out. It’s a really bad idea: I mean, I end up watching 1980s TV shows, reading Marley Carib manga, and absolutely nothing gets done. Plus if I’m at home it’s too easy to drink a can of beer. When I take out the can trash and hear the clinking I feel guilty and think, “How could I drink so much….”
I feel like there’s some sort of alcohol running through your writing – do you drink by yourself at home? And do you sometimes drink and then write?
The other day you wrote about gyoza dumplings and I felt like eating some so badly I bought some frozen gyoza in Joyful Minowa shopping street and fried them at home by myself. That probably counts as the food reward you were talking about. And they were really good, incidentally. I’d like to eat gyoza with you next time.
Oh yes, and lastly the Shacho series [The President Series] – I haven’t seen that much of it but I like it!
I like Yuzo Kawashima, so my favorite has to be Frankie Sakai. Can’t you do something like Sun in the Last Days of the Shogunate on stage with Crack Iron Albatrossket?
It would be nice to shoot the breeze like this over a drink before our next correspondence. I’ll come to you.
Bye for now!
I’ve finished half a bottle of cheap white wine.