Akira does, in fact, have a life outside go. Not that anyone outside his immediate family would believe it -- except Ogata, who has known Akira since ever, and maybe Shindou, who is Shindou -- but sometimes the constant nineteen-by-nineteen grid hovering behind his eyes, potential moves considered and discarded a hundred times a minute, gets just a little tiring. Sometimes he just wants to do something else for a while.
So far, he's burned out on shogi, painting, sketching, bread (if he wanted to wait two hours for something to happen he'd go watch one of Zama's matches), and seventeenth-century European literature. He picks things up, does them near-constantly in between games, then sets them down again when he gets tired, which is often. Sometimes he goes back to one or two (he still makes cookies once or twice a month) but that's rare. Once he's decided on something, it fills him to bursting until he starts seeing it when he closes his eyes, when he sits down at a goban -- and then he has to stop, because he only has room for one all-consuming obsession and he already has it.
Today he's going to learn to play the piano, and he's going to go out for coffee with his sort-of friends, who laugh at him good-naturedly and call him "Akira" like he's just another teenager. Mari-san is going to tease him for getting tired of Italian cooking so quickly.
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Date: 2010-05-23 08:21 pm (UTC)So far, he's burned out on shogi, painting, sketching, bread (if he wanted to wait two hours for something to happen he'd go watch one of Zama's matches), and seventeenth-century European literature. He picks things up, does them near-constantly in between games, then sets them down again when he gets tired, which is often. Sometimes he goes back to one or two (he still makes cookies once or twice a month) but that's rare. Once he's decided on something, it fills him to bursting until he starts seeing it when he closes his eyes, when he sits down at a goban -- and then he has to stop, because he only has room for one all-consuming obsession and he already has it.
Today he's going to learn to play the piano, and he's going to go out for coffee with his sort-of friends, who laugh at him good-naturedly and call him "Akira" like he's just another teenager. Mari-san is going to tease him for getting tired of Italian cooking so quickly.