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| a book store built in Taisho era, Soseki and Ogai used to visit often back time. |
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| Soseki's house. |
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| He moved 6 times, and this is the one he lived the longest while he was in Kumamoto. |
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| Might it be a landscape Soseki had seen back time? |
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| Soseki spent few days here, and wrote one of the most renowned stories of him, "Kusamakura". |
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| A vast field of tangerines is stretched on the back hill. |
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| A bath tub which Soseki came across the woman. |
こうやって、煦煦たる春日に背中をあぶって、
縁側に花の陰と共に寝ころんでいるのが、天下の至楽である。
考えれば外道に堕ちる。動くと危ない。
出来るならば鼻から呼吸もしたくない。
畳から根の生えた植物のようにじっとして二週間ばかり暮して見たい。-草枕
This is how he wrote in "Kusamakura", and this is just how I felt,
while spreading myself on the porch,
sensing the breeze passing through on a wooden floor,
being so lazy, sinking down in random thought.
No one was there, even it was the middle of Saturday afternoon.
I realized that, it was nothing but spring which provoked him to write the book.
Easiness and uneasiness, comfiness and nervousness,
While journey is such a thing which plunges one into surreality
or the unique concept of crooked time and space.
Surrounding varied landscapes of nature,
like a trembling bamboo grove,
steeping mountain road, or blossomed camelia around a pond,
I wonder that it may be neither his own volition nor the woman's mysterious charm
which made him to get enchanted and fell in transient love,
but rather, it is attributing to something,
which is more like an atmosphere, or a journey in this very season.
