a piece of DVD
I know I can do a lot in an hour from the last visiting. An hour is longer than our expectation.
If I do nothing, it is just a moment. But if I do something, I can do a lot.
Because the music in the shop isn't my favorite type, I put on the earphone to listen to the music from my ipod-nano. A piece of the music of Bill Evens flows into my ears and to my mind.
Tonight I'd rather like to be calm down. I have a lot to do till the next morning. Today just has half an hour.
Beyond such expectation, the time after the midnight is also long. I may also do a lot till the daybreak. An hours has passed from the time when I parked my car at a parking lot near here. I have a card and it indicates 22:40. So I have one more hour over here.
I moved from a chair in the coffee shop to the chair in the bookstore just because I like the quieter place. I don't remember what I should have written. That is something about today's incident.
Today I borrowed a DVD "Remains of a day". I have a memories about this. The incident was around ten years ago. When I was in San Francisco, I borrowed the original book 'remains of a day' at the San Francisco public library. The books is so withered and its surface paper was broken. I didn't know why this kind book was so read by a lot of people because I borrowed that just by the writer's name "Kazuo Ishiguro". By my English skill then, I couldn't understand its contents very much.
Recently, I have some chance to read the interview article of Kazuo Ishiguro in Japanese. I knew his basic thought and personality for the first time. And I have a lot interest in him and his works again.