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TSUGARU is where I was born and brought up. Whenever I think or write about this region, I am assaulted by a strange uncertainty. I have many memories of TSUGARU, but most of them are not only personal but deeply and minutely private. My feelings for TSUGARU are, for example, like the sexual yearnings or frustrations that you will keep locked in your heart until the day you die. The place of my birth was alive with rabbits and carp, but it is also a place inhabited by headless chickens and pigs whose guts trail out from their bodies. To speak of TSUGARU, ultimately, is to speak of myself. The panorama of TSUGARU forms a backdrop for the story of my inner search for who I am. The landscape seems alive with meaning, reaching out tentacles of memory all over my body like the neurons of my nervous system. It seems to be always there, trying to envelop and seize my present being whenever the opportunity affords.
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