Sometimes I am at a loss to discover the purposes and meanings of things around me in this little Japanese village of Kazamaura, and then it is that I must set myself to the backbreaking work of research. What possible use could a stake driven into a rock that is completely submerged at high tide be put to?
In this case I discovered the answers I sought in the pages of J. M. Barrie’s Peter Pan. Although I drive past it every time I make my way out of Kazamaura towards the big city of Mutsu, I have never yet seen it being put to its presumed use. Perhaps it was decommissioned around the same time that the Ministry of Education propagated its policy against corporal punishment in public schools.