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The customs office on Fisherman Island and Imamura Shōichi

                                                   Sky gazing in Penghu

                                                        To the west of Taiwan sits Penghu, and to the west of Penghu lies
                                                   Fisherman Island. A building facing south stands in the corner of the
                                                   Island. While kids refer to it as the palace, villagers call it the customs
                                                   office. In the spring of 1931, I rode on the south wind and came to this
                                                   place  for  rehabilitation.  With  a  plan  to  finally  settle  down  ten  years
                                                   later, I started tidying up the place.

                                                        The  Island,  sitting  on  the  western  edge  of  the  Empire,  has
                                                   mountains  warding  its  north  and  a  bay  open  to  the  south.  There  is
                                                   Huayu  Isle  on  its  right  and  Hujing  Isle  on  its  left,  accompanied  by
                                                   Tongpan  Isle. Wangan  Island  floats  in  front  of  the  Island,  while  Mao
                                                   Isle crouches at the far end. If the fog is heavy, you can glimpse Dayu
                                                   Isle buoyed on the sea. If the mist is light, you can see all the islands
                                                   present themselves in the mirage formed by water vapor under the sun.

                                                        It does not rain here during the autumn and winter, but ferocious
                                                   winds continue to blow without showing any sign of abating, causing
                                                   the sea to turn turbulent and rocks to shake. Plants also wither under the
                                                   influence of the winds. However, in spring and summer, fish with big
                                                   eyes and fine scales can be seen jumping between dancing waves that
                                                   send  sparkles  of  silvers  flying,  while  fishing  boats  sail  slowly  on  the
                                                   sea. That is a sight to behold on the Island.

                                                          Large  boats  come  here  from  Taiwan,  sailing  while  dragging  a
                                                   long tail of smoke behind when they turn left and dock at the Magong
                                                   Port. Sometimes it is a ferry staying here only for a day; other times, it
                                                   is  a  magnificent  battleship  patrolling  the  area  to  protect  Japan's
                                                   southern  territory. At  night  on  good  days,  you  can  feel  cool  breezes,
                                                   while gazing at tides lapping on the gravel. A new moon in the sky can
                                                   be seen casting its light all over the place. When lights are turned off,
                                                   you can see the Big Dipper and the Crux shining, with tens of thousands
                                                   of minor stars gathered around the North Star. As the starry sky slowly
                                                   turns,  Sirius  slides  its  way  into  the  west  and  disappears  as  Altair
                                                   appears in the east. The changing star is an epitome of all the changes in
                                                   the universe.


                                                        Penghu Island lays flat against the spacious sky above. It is known
                                                   to the world for its bright moon and the sunset in Xiyu. I love to look up
                                                   to the sky, but I have been looking down at the ground for so long that it
                                                   makes me anxious and depressed. And here I am, a place with nothing
                                                   else to see except rocks and flies, it is time that I turn to the sky again
                                                   and enjoy the pleasure brought by the sense of unearthliness.

                                                        Some  say  Penghu  is  a  remote  island  sitting  in  the  middle  of
                                                   nowhere;  others  say  it  is  far  from  the  world,  but  so  close  to  the
                                                   universe, as if the stars were within reach. This is also a place where
                                                   you can grasp the infinity of life per se.This passage is written out of a
                                                   burst of hope in my heart. (May 28th)


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