Three Days of Happiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
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printed out at school to look for places to spend time until night<br />
fell.<br />
“Public library” caught my eye. Ever since I visited the school library<br />
this morning, a faint desire to read had been bubbling up in me.<br />
It looked like a neat little library on the outside, but one step inside<br />
told me it was a horribly old place.<br />
It had a strong smell, and was dirty like an abandoned school<br />
building. But the books were arranged all right.<br />
I’d been thinking about what sorts <strong>of</strong> books I’d like to read before I<br />
died. Or put otherwise, “what kind <strong>of</strong> book could possibly be useful<br />
right before death?”<br />
I figured I would only read those books. I didn’t want to read one<br />
that had essentially lost its value at this point and regretfully think,<br />
“What was so enjoyable about reading this?”<br />
Maybe it would have been different a month later. But then,<br />
my choices were Paul Auster, Kenji Miyazawa, O. Henry, and<br />
Hemingway. Not particularly interesting picks.<br />
All the books I took were short ones, probably not because I<br />
necessarily liked those better, but because I just didn’t want to read<br />
any long stories. I was unsure if I had the energy to tackle a story<br />
longer than a certain length.<br />
While I sat reading O. Henry’s The Gift <strong>of</strong> the Magi, Miyagi moved<br />
from sitting in front <strong>of</strong> me and watching to beside me, and looked<br />
at the page I was on.<br />
“Wanting to try observing and reading at the same time?”, I asked