His story builds history, not the other way around.
甘え物を好き甘え者がすき全て甘えかたの大好き食べたことと愛したひとも色々な世界ね、それは . . .
I AM not there.
At least, not there yet.
I’ve always been there. Reading novels, stories, books upon books of written words, telling myself how fun it was to follow someone else’s footsteps.
Then for a time I began to only notice how fast I finish a book.
And then for another time, I stopped reading entirely.
I used to be able to spend hours, just reading, and forgetting to sleep or eat or take a shower. It just seems so that I was always aware of that internal clock that keeps on
. That clock that counts down the time I shall die. It seems like every ticking moment translates to the image where my deathbed is patiently waiting for me in the backdrop of my environment, of my changing surroundings, even of my careful observations.
People in this world care more and more about little things that don’t matter – at least – people who are unaware of their own internal clocks. The truth is, as long as they live, they can fall into their own worlds anytime they wish.
Adulthood = Commitment to death.
SALUNA is signing off.