After eating different food and greeting with different expressions with a different attitude than usual, it was the same as usual that I had nothing particular to do. Looking back on the New Year those days, the poet and writer says that the world was so quiet that even those who "became perverse" and dared to act as usual found themselves exited. It is the New Year 55 years ago. It was the days when there was a big job of preparing for New Year at the end of year. Well, what about this New Year? From "Carousel Never Stops."
"January 1 2019
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"