I tried very hard to get out of the way of what was happening. I wasn't always successful. Tokyo is an expensive place and all I could afford was a three mat room. Basically I had to sleep diagonally. But before that I was sleeping in the park (Inokashira Koen) with the other bums, of which there were not many. In the end, as I cannot tell a story, or hold a rational thought in my mind to save my soul, the pages just took over and said what they wanted to say. They had in fact much more to say than I had thought was possible. And each one of them had their own, centered existence. I owe my survival, what is left of it, to the plum tree outside the door that bloomed early to tell me I would survive the long hungry winter. I have now as an old man, run across this journal again, and looking out the window hope fervently for my plum tree to once again bloom.
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. I tried very hard to get out of the way of what was happening. I wasn't always successful. Tokyo is an expensive place and all I could afford was a three mat room. Basically I had to sleep diagonally. But before that I was sleeping in the park (Inokashira Koen) with the other bums, of which there were not many. In the end, as I cannot tell a story, or hold a rational thought in my mind to save my soul, the pages just took over and said what they wanted to say. They had in fact much more to say than I had thought was possible. And each one of them had their own, centered existence. I owe my survival, what is left of it, to the plum tree outside the door that bloomed early to tell me I would survive the long hungry winter. I have now as an old man, run across this journal again, and looking out the window hope fervently for my plum tree to once again bloom. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Nº de ref. del artículo: 9798301653285
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