December 1, 1950

Friday – Rain

The last month of 1950. I will soon complete my twenty-second year.

Arrived at the office in high spirits before anyone else.

Away from the office all day on business. Worked to my heart’s content.

Read Takiji Kobayashi’s Solitary Cell. Keenly sensed the young leftist writer’s agonies.

Pondered the strict fate that awaits one misled by wrong ideas.

Reality is filled with contradictions and misery. I hate when the innocent are punished. Ultimately, we must be strong.

Home at 11:30. My room is cold.