Turning over a new page to March on the calendar, which contains twelve paintings of Marc Shagall for each month, I find a woman in red blouse and yellow skirt dancing to some inaudible melody, entitled Gypsy.
So I leave my job to join the grand march of unemployment.
I buy a new Panasonic vacuum cleaner. The dust in my room has been thick. I have the whole time in the world to deal with it now.
The wise bartender J in Pinball, 1973, by Haruki Murakami （村上春樹）, said:
“Me, I’ve seen 45 years, and I’ve figured out one thing. That’s this: if a person would just make the effort, there’s something to be learned from everything. From even the most ordinary, commonplace things, there’s always something you can learn. I read somewhere that they say there’s even different philosophies in razors. Fact is, if it weren’t for that, nobody’d survive.”
So is vacuum cleaner.
