Sunday, October 13, 2019
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Possession
Ants might think their nest belongs to them.
One would think the land with the nest belongs to the person.
The Earth might belong to something.
One would think the land with the nest belongs to the person.
The Earth might belong to something.
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Sunday, September 29, 2019
Friday, September 27, 2019
Screen
Was looking at you walking in the city in the blue morning.
So distant that I couldn’t tell what you were looking at.
Losing their meanings are woven memories:
words hurting one another, rusty rhythm in my heart as well.
The dream-filled scenery’s peeling off.
Dancing shadows deep in the monitor blur with tears.
Hold on to only your inornate feeling,
during ephemeral nights,
screaming and screaming.
Saw you in profile and your colorless eye.
My reply on that day would be lost in the air.
In the flowing images coloring inorganic things,
I believed you could come to a stand, but...
Have been afraid of only letting you out of my sight,
with the voice not carring,
screaming and screaming,
in vain.
Negative in mind.
Affirmative in behavior.
The dilemma tears my hurt like the S.
Feelings that are hard to be conveyed with only words
have been depicted in the screen
over and over again.
I’ll live in this screen?
Sometime...
So distant that I couldn’t tell what you were looking at.
Losing their meanings are woven memories:
words hurting one another, rusty rhythm in my heart as well.
The dream-filled scenery’s peeling off.
Dancing shadows deep in the monitor blur with tears.
Hold on to only your inornate feeling,
during ephemeral nights,
screaming and screaming.
Saw you in profile and your colorless eye.
My reply on that day would be lost in the air.
In the flowing images coloring inorganic things,
I believed you could come to a stand, but...
Have been afraid of only letting you out of my sight,
with the voice not carring,
screaming and screaming,
in vain.
Negative in mind.
Affirmative in behavior.
The dilemma tears my hurt like the S.
Feelings that are hard to be conveyed with only words
have been depicted in the screen
over and over again.
I’ll live in this screen?
Sometime...
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Lyrics
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Unawareness
It is said that there had not been
the concept of love in Japan until Meiji era.
Might be impossible to really recognize it
like Wabi and Sabi for foreigners...
the concept of love in Japan until Meiji era.
Might be impossible to really recognize it
like Wabi and Sabi for foreigners...
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Log
Sunday, September 8, 2019
Imperfection
Love is needed, since humans are imperfect.
Love enhances the effectiveness and efficiency.
Imperfection is more fun.
Love enhances the effectiveness and efficiency.
Imperfection is more fun.
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Log
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Extinction
Why would one be interested in extinction of species?
Instinctively,
one might feel dependency on other species...
one might feel importance of diversity of species...
Why would humans with this sense have survived?
Instinctively,
one might feel dependency on other species...
one might feel importance of diversity of species...
Why would humans with this sense have survived?
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Log
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Sunday, July 14, 2019
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Sunday, June 30, 2019
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Accomplice
It might be natural for humans
to select various things,
since humans are part of nature.
to select various things,
since humans are part of nature.
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Sunday, June 16, 2019
Manufacture
Living things might exist
because desires are produced.
What would humans be like
when all the cravings are satisfied?
because desires are produced.
What would humans be like
when all the cravings are satisfied?
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Log
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Modification
Ants are modifying the earth.
Working hard.
There, a queen ant!
Humans are modifying the earth.
Working hard.
There, a big shot!
I am modifying something.
Working hard.
Or am I?
Working hard.
There, a queen ant!
Humans are modifying the earth.
Working hard.
There, a big shot!
I am modifying something.
Working hard.
Or am I?
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Log
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Sunday, May 19, 2019
Fluorescence
Whether there is happiness in it or not,
when I look at a house at night,
I feel lonesome.
Might be because of the color of fluorescent lights...
when I look at a house at night,
I feel lonesome.
Might be because of the color of fluorescent lights...
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Log
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Sunday, May 5, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Sunday, February 24, 2019
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