![]() ![]() In fact, as soon as I thought it had dodged, it disappeared instantly. At the same time, the kappa also ran away. Eventually, I took off and dashed at the kappa on the rock. The kappa also seemed surprised and did not even move the hand above its eyes. I was so taken aback that I didn't move for a while. On the rock behind me was a kappa just like the one in pictures, with one hand on the trunk of a white birch tree and the other over its eyes, looking down at me curiously. It was the first time I had ever seen a kappa. But what surprised me more than that was the shadow of a strange face that flashed across the glass of my round wristwatch. I took a bite of bread and looked at my wristwatch for a moment. In the meantime, the thick, ever-present fog had lifted. I cut open a can of corned beef, gathered some dead branches and lit a fire - it must have been ten minutes before I was done. I sat down on a rock by the water's edge and started to eat. I finally broke down and decided to descend to the Azusa River valley, following the sound of water rushing against the rocks. My legs were getting tired and I was getting hungry - and my climbing clothes and blankets, which were soaked through with fog, were heavier than I could easily bear. But just when I thought I saw them, they were immediately hidden in a thick fog. ![]() Then, too, horses and cows would suddenly appear in front of me. "Damn it, let's just go up there." -So I made my way through the bamboo grass, trying not to leave the valley of the Azusa River.īut all I could see was a deep mist, though sometimes I could see the thick branches of zelkova and fir trees through the haze, with their green leaves hanging down from the branches. The fog was getting deeper and deeper by the second. But even if I did, I would have to wait for the fog to clear before returning. After walking for about an hour, I thought about going back to the inn at Kamikōchi. Not only that, the fog was getting deeper and deeper. I had climbed Mt Hotaka as well as Yarigatake before, so I went up the valley of the Azusa River under the morning mist without a guide.īut the mist did not lift for any length of time and the scenery became no more visible. As you know, the only way up to Mt Hotaka is up the Azusa River. I was carrying a rucksack on my back, just like anyone else, and was going to climb Mt Hotaka from the hot spring lodge in Kamikōchi. He will finally get up and immediately yell at everyone with his knuckles in the air: "Get out! -Get out, you scoundrel! You scoundrel! You must be a stupid, jealous, obscene, conceited, vain, cruel, and vile animal. Finally - I remember the look on his face when he finishes the story. Then he will smile gloomily and repeat the story quietly. 23, appearing younger than his age, will first bow politely and deferentially and point to a chair without a futon. If anyone is not satisfied with my writing, he should visit the S Psychiatric Hospital in XX Village outside Tokyo. I believe I have copied these stories of his quite accurately. When he said, for example, that he was "surprised," he would suddenly contort his face. Not that he did not make gestures, however. He went on at length about this story to the Director, Dr S, and myself. ![]() He only sits still, his hands clasped around both knees, looking out of the window now and then - beyond the iron-clad window there is an oak tree with not even a dead leaf in sight, its branches stretched out against the snowy, cloudy sky. His half-life experience is - no, it does not matter. ![]() But at first glance, he is a very young maniac. This is the story that a patient in a lunatic asylum, - No. ![]()
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