One thing I love about shopping used books in Japan is that the selection of English works in one store is so limited that you can easily tell which ones were sold by the same people. Once I stumbled upon a couple of millennium edition Time Magazine coffee table books and felt so happy to get them but also felt bad for the original owners because not only did they somehow had to sell these collector items (maybe they went back to their home country?), I was able to buy them for a meager 220 yen each. A lot of times I would see sets of best-sellers like Diary of a Wimpy Kid or The Hunger Games and realize from the absence of cracks on their spines or the still sealed plastic packaging that they’ve never been read by the people who bought them. Anyway, this time I happened upon the books of someone who was on a desperate search for happiness, meaning and peace (because who among us isn’t?) - a quest that brought him even to the pages of Erwin Schrodinger’s book (yes, as in Schrodinger’s cat - I googled it 😂) Whoever he is… I hope he found what he was looking for. And maybe, just maybe, with the help of his books… I will too.