A high school classmate found my graduation book and sent it to me.

March 1984, so that’s 36 years ago when I was 17 years old.
I don’t understand at all what you are saying.
It’s a lie that growing up makes you smarter.

But if you read carefully, you will see that I loved reading Chomsky, Levi-Strauss, etc. at that time, and spent my weekends reading books from “Misuzu Shobo” and “Hosei University Press” at Kyoto Shoin, so I probably read a lot of books from “Misuzu Shobo” and “Hosei University Press”. I think that’s the full extent of the influence.
#SweetSeventeen

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Jun Fukuda (Date of birth 40.7.26)
To know the time, you need a clock.

Without a watch, one can hardly understand anything. It is like a traveler marooned in the desert. In other words, what separates humans from animals is the idea of time. The clock kidnaps time and makes the self relative to the times.

However, animals also have biological rhythms, and in some cases, they can fall asleep when it is dark and wake up when the sun rises. It is said that the human body is capable of ゙. In such cases, the abstraction of “time” is completely accepted as an idea. In the case of human beings, however, “time” is once materialized through the medium of clocks, and then reconstructed as “space.

Perhaps this kind of written discourse (discursive) is also a process of spatialization of time. A collection of writings is nothing more than the mythologization of a few years cut out of time. In it, time stops and everything becomes a quiet tableau.

What is in motion is made inevitable and corrected where it belongs. Aphorisms such as “the good old days” must have been subject to this kind of censorship.

We may not yet know how to handle “time. Therefore, we worship “time” or entertain it and worship materialism. It is, so to speak, like being satisfied with pressing an empty shutter without inserting a film.

However, I believe that if we eventually become aware of how to use “time,” our view of “reality” should become richer. Perhaps the means of collecting literature is solely a trial-and-error process to reach this point.

Well, for now, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to beautify it by compiling such a statement. Once turned into a “thing”, “time” alone can reassure people….

In Preface…
(or the antithesis of the past becoming the present)