Before noon, I went to an art supply store. It's a my professional tool, so I have to replenish it all the time. Incidentally, I stopped by a bookstore. I bought a book without any trouble. When I find a book that I think I should buy, I just messed up. A5 size 8point 49 characters packed 20lines 332 pages.
There was a young man who seemed to be a college student standing on a stepladder and carefully search- ing for books on the top shelf. Also, a young man who came next to me and muttered to himself on the shelf of academic books in a certain field, saying, "There was, there was!" ...When I meet such a young man, it makes me feel happy. ... Oh, I remembered it a long time ago. It was a bookstore in Ikebukuro. A junior high school student was enthusiastically browsing the thick "The Study about François Rablais", which is 5 cm thick. I was happy to see such a boy, and I was suprised that a junior high school student was reading a full-scale research book about François Rablais. Probably not with his pocket money because of so expensive. No matter how much he browse, it is not a book that he can read. Does he intend to go until he read it completely? ... I left the place with extra anxiety so as not to disturb the boy's "reading". ... more than 50 years ago. That junior high school student should be over 60 years old now. Does he teach French literture at some university?
When I got home and had a rest, I got a call from Ms., M of the gallery who was in charge of me. It's been a while. While confirming that we were doing well, and although she is seemingly busy, we talked for about 30 minutes. About the autumn international exhibition. I have to be careful. Just the right time to call. As expected, it is Ms., M.