ABSTRACT
The day after we visited Gagnon Sana, I took the bus to Hondo and purchased two plastic-weave floor mats, ten sheets of wrapping paper, replacement paper for the shoji, glue, and tacks. Before I returned to Tokyo, as a small token of my appreciation I wanted at least to cover the rotting, centipede-infested tatami with plastic-weave matting, to patch the holes in the earthen walls, and to change the soot-blackened paper on the shoji and fusuma. The reason I bought wrapping paper was that I couldn’t find wallpaper anywhere.
