To buy a magazine young Yasunari runs
Elementary school student Yasunari runs desperately toward the station through the shopping district on Tuesday evenings.
He goes to the station shop to buy a manga magazine.
At that time, the list price was 40 yen.
Before long, extra-large 60 yen came out occasionally.
The release date of Shonen Magazine, Shonen Sunday.
At that time, magazines were sold at station kiosks from the night before the release date.
Breathing hard, I arrived at the shop outside the station, browsed through one of the books, and bought the one I hadn’t read before going home.
On the way home, walk slowly and read.
Then I sell it to a rental bookstore near my house.
Didn’t you sell it for about 10 yen cheaper?
Wholesale of magazines.
Rather than money, I wanted to read it as soon as possible and brag to my classmates the next day.
You could have saved some money too.
What a cold night.
My heart was thrilled and my heart was impatient.
Just looking at the magazine cover should have made her heart beat faster.
There is nothing like waiting excitedly for the release date of a magazine now.
I also remember the feeling of paper, like straw paper.
Combined with that tactile memory, I also remember the story.
The tactile sensation of painting and paper, and the scenery of the station at dusk.
That is the memory of being independent when I was in elementary school.
When elementary school students are running in the shopping district, some adults call out to them.
A child full of smiles is running desperately with anticipation.
The road to the shopping district was long, but it didn’t bother me.
Where did that long-awaited time of anticipation go?
Those magazines are gone.
This is because information is always available on the internet.
Even for movies, if you watch a lot of trailers on the Internet, you may fall into the illusion that you have already been to the movie theater and watched it.
Recently, I’ve been doing my best just to complete my daily schedule.
The eve of waiting with excitement for the day called tomorrow has disappeared.
Does being old mean getting too used to the days of life?
Is it the familiar peace, or the days of fresh anxiety?
Which one will it be tomorrow?
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