Small flowers by the roadside (_itokanasikimonotachi_)

White (on days when people's voices are unheard.)


The music used for the slides was

Marco Lucchi
Warum [w/Henrik Meierkord]

If it's sunny tomorrow, go out for lunch or dinner.
I'll look at an exhibition for which I've received an invitation, or an old familiar street corner that I haven't seen for a long time.
I've been planning this and that since the day before, until breakfast on the day.
By the time I've washed the dishes, cleaned up the cat's droppings, offered three sticks of incense to the dead and changed the water, I'm too lazy to go out.
No matter where I go, nothing changes. That's how I feel.
I lie beside the cat and stare at the ceiling, not sleeping, but dozing off.
A vague feeling of waiting for something persists.

Days go by without hearing anyone's voice.