I took the train to Fujisawa while reading The Man Without Qualities and day dreaming. Had lunch at D’s then wandered around the second hand store looking at the junk bins but just couldn't get into the mind of what it all means to have a fetish for objects like this.

What am I doing? Chasing dasein is tough work. I have had to get used to modern comforts. They are not something I grew up with in NZ.