Chapter 15 2 The second letter from the mouse

Postmarked May 1978?day In the last letter, I think I may have said too much.But what he said, he completely forgot. I changed places again.The place I live in this time is completely different from the place I have lived in before.This time it was a very quiet place.Maybe a little too quiet for me. But here, in a sense, is an end point for me.I feel like I should be here, so I finally came here.On the other hand, I feel as if I came here against all the currents.For me, I can't judge it. This article sucks.Too vague, and I'm afraid you won't know what's going on.Perhaps you will think that I attach too much meaning to my own destiny.Of course, I am responsible for making you think this way.

But I want you to understand the fact that the more I try to get you to the heart of where I am, the more messy my writing becomes like this.But I am normal myself, and I have never been so normal before. Let's talk about specific things. As mentioned earlier, this area is very quiet.With nothing else to do, I read every day (there are so many books here that I could read in ten years), listen to music programs on the FM radio, or listen to records (there are tons of them too).It’s been ten years since I listened to so much music at once.It's surprising that the Rolling Stones and the Beach Boys are still alive.Time is always connected in series no matter what.Because we always habitually cut time according to our own size, it is easy to have illusions, but in fact time is indeed continuous.

There is no such thing as your own size here.And there are no guys who praise other people's size or judge other people's size according to their own size.Time is like a transparent river, still flowing.When a person is here, sometimes he feels as if even his original nature has been liberated.In other words, even if I happen to see a car, it takes me a few seconds to recognize it as a car.Needless to say, although there is a certain kind of essential knowledge, it cannot be subtly intersected with empirical knowledge.Things like this have gradually increased little by little recently.Probably because of the long-term relationship of living alone.

It's an hour and a half drive from here to the nearest town.No, not really a town.It's a remnant of what used to be a very, very small town.You must not be able to imagine.Still, it's a town.Clothes, food and oil can be bought.If you want to see, you can also see people's faces. In winter, the roads freeze over.Cars can barely move around.The road was surrounded by wet terrain, so the ground itself froze like a popsicle.Then it snowed again, and in the end it was not even possible to tell where the road was.A landscape like the end of the world. I came here in early March.The jeep's wheels are wrapped with iron chains, and coming to such a landscape is like a prisoner exiled to Siberia.It is now May and the snow has completely melted.The sound of avalanches in the mountains can be heard throughout April.Have you ever heard the sound of an avalanche?After the avalanche stopped, the real and complete silence came.The 100% silence where he didn't even know where he was.Very quiet.

Because of being confined in the mountains, I haven't slept with a girl for three consecutive months.Although this is not bad, but if it continues like this, it seems that I will lose even the interest in being a human being, which is not what I hope.So if it was a little warmer, I would like to go out and walk around and find a girl.Not that I'm bragging, but it's not a difficult problem for me to find a girl.Unless I don't even have this meaning, but I seem to always live in a world that doesn't even have that meaning, I can play the trivial matter of courting the opposite sex.So it is easier to get girls.The problem can be said to be my own inability to adapt to such abilities.In other words, after a certain stage, it becomes unclear where I am and where to start is courtship.It's like not knowing where to start Laurence Oliver, where to start Same as Othello.Therefore, there was no way to get it back on the way, so I had to risk everything.So it caused a lot of trouble for many people.My past life has been a constant repetition of such things.

Fortunately (really fortunately), for the current me, there is nothing I can risk.It's a great feeling.If there is anything that can be sacrificed, then it is only myself.It's not a bad idea to put yourself out there.No, this kind of article is a bit too optimistic.It's not optimistic at all in terms of ideas, but after turning it into an article, it becomes optimistic. What a headache. What the hell am I talking about? It's a girl thing. Every girl has a beautiful drawer, but it's filled with a lot of meaningless junk.I like this very much.I like to pull out one by one of these junks, wipe the dust off, and find out the meaning of each thing, the nature of courtship to the opposite sex, I think it is simply what it is.But what if you had to ask?Nothing will happen.Then I just had to give up being myself.

So now, I only consider sex matters purely, and concentrate my interest purely on sex, and there is no need to think about whether I am optimistic or pessimistic. It's like drinking beer by the Black Sea. I'm trying to reread what I've written so far.Although there are some unreasonable parts, but for me, I think it is best to write frankly, especially the boring parts. And it doesn't look like a letter to you.This may be a letter addressed to the mailbox.But please don't blame me for that.It takes an hour and a half to drive a jeep to trek from here to the mailbox. From here on, it's really a letter to you.

I have two things to ask you.Neither is an emergency.So you only need to help me deal with it when you want to do it.I'd appreciate it if you could help with this.If this was three months ago, I might not be able to ask you anything, but now, I can ask you.That alone is an improvement. The first thing I want to ask you is a bit sentimental.In other words, it's about the past.When I left my hometown five years ago, I was so distraught and in a hurry that I forgot to say goodbye to a few people.Specifically, including you, Jay, and a girl you don't know.I feel as if there is still a chance to meet you once and say goodbye, but the other two may not have the chance.So if you ever go back, hopefully you can say goodbye to them for me.

Of course, I know very well that this is a very convenient request for myself.I think I should have written the letter myself.Seriously, though, I do wish you'd come home and meet those two in person.In this way, I feel that I can express my feelings better than I can write a letter.I will write you her address and phone number separately.If you move or get married, forget it.You can come back without saying goodbye, but if you still live at the same address now, I hope you can go meet her and pass my regards. Secondly, greet Jie for me and drink my beer for me. That's the first thing.

The second thing I want to ask you is a little strange. Attach a photo with the letter.It's a picture of a sheep.You can publish this photo wherever you want, but I hope it will be published in a place where people can see it.Although this is also a very unreasonable request, but there is really no one else to ask except you.I can give you all my ability to court the opposite sex, I just hope you can help me fulfill this wish.The reason I can't say.But this photo is very important to me.Later, someday, I think I can illustrate. Please enclose a check for various expenses.You don't have to worry about money at all.I'm just worrying about the use of money here, and that's all I can do now.

Just please don't forget to help me with my share of beer. ◇ After removing the paste from the forwarding label, the postmark turned out to be unreadable.Inside the envelope was a bank check of 100,000 yen, a piece of paper with the woman's name and address written on it, and a black and white photo of the sheep. When I walked out of the house, I took the letter out of the mailbox and read it on the office desk.It was on light green letter paper like last time, and the check was written by a Sapporo bank.Then the mouse should have gone to Hokkaido. Although the account of Avalanche is still a little unclear, as the mouse himself said, it seems to be a very honest letter on the whole.And no one would send a check for 100,000 yen as a joke.I opened the desk drawer and threw the entire letter in, including the envelope. That spring was an unhappy spring for me because my relationship with my wife was deteriorating.She hasn't been home for four days.The milk in the fridge is smelling disgusting.Cats are always hungry.In the bathroom her toothbrush was as dry as a fossil.The hazy spring light shone in such a room.Only sunshine is always free. The elongated dead end is probably exactly what she said.