Ten to ten on an unusually cool morning, autumn nearly making itself known but for yesterday’s heat. A strange charge in the empty courts of the museum, truly negative space.
Always a strange feeling–we’ve spent so much time together, and soon it will be time to say goodbye.
Memory, that persistent, unfailing shadow. Not nostalgia, no.
We’ll remember the good times, the first glimpse of new-old treasure.
But to be honest, I’m going to be really happy that I don’t have to keep turning over the Japanese books. For the record, in Japan, books start from the other side.
If it has the price on it and a barcode and it looks like the back of the book, it’s the back of the book.
Maybe I should have mentioned this at the beginning of the exhibition.
Yes, better luck next time on that. We’re open, time to go upstairs. If I get a chance to leave the building for lunch, expect a picture of some epic queue.
*ではまた後で。= “see you later.”
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