2022/06/30 14:10
Dreamed. My mother was inspecting me, some strange village custom, a gathering of elementary school classmates, and a mysterious young man in a suit, allegedly a PhD from the University of Michigan, who claimed he was going to ruin my future.
2022/07/08 01:35
The pain of sleep is overrated. So is death.
2022/07/11 19:56
Reading Mishima Yukio’s Spring Snow, I feel those words touching against my sensitive heart. His inner landscape must be just as foreign, delicate, and beautiful.
2022/07/12 02:26
Switching the earphones from transparency mode to noise-cancellation, the wandering soul came back.
2022/07/12 10:24
Sitting in the car, every time a bus pulls alongside me I feel revulsion. This small private space of mine has been invaded again, mercilessly, carelessly, by so many pairs of eyes.
2022/07/12 17:25
NOMELON NOLEMON’s night draw, beautiful enough to make my limbs go numb.
2022/07/12 17:27
Overpasses are a human treasure. This unusual vertical-space landscape, rarely encountered, is so precious.
2022/07/14 01:55
The terminal flower growing inside me has bloomed.
2022/07/15 14:21
The scattered water droplets on the windshield look a little like the lines of cracked glass.
2022/07/15 14:25
When I need to manually add music to my life to make it climactic, it probably means the narrative was empty all along.
2022/07/17 14:56
The most beautiful thing in this world would be dying instantly from a lightning strike while performing in an empty concert hall in a thunderstorm, as a legendary girl idol at sixteen.
2022/08/06 19:21
A dim, distant landscape spreading out beyond the window. Mountain range upon mountain range, inky and shadow-like, shifting in intensity beneath the deep-gray sky.
2022/08/09 02:29
A singular, piercing regret, leaving my neck heavy as a blood clot.
2022/08/09 12:28
If the two hours each morning that should be my most alert are being taken as fodder for dreams, I surrender.
2022/08/14 19:21
The still waves with gilded edges in the sky move with their singular elegance toward the whitening distance. The lost, adrift soul, blending backward tears and sweat, hammers against the swelling of time.
2022/10/01 16:03
Wild ink on canvas, high-voltage lines.
2022/10/01 16:04
The moment my face was pressed against the car window, a truck swept past. That distance was death.
2022/10/04 16:36
I live forever in the crease between dreams and waking, my body covered in cracks that weep both blood and water.