Good work everyone.
Summer is a season where you're branding yourself too successfully. Even though it's so hot you feel like you're going to die, there are so many attractive seasonal sights that you're likely to accept it.
I don't think I'd be happy with you, and I really don't like you, but despite that, my heart is fluttering.
I bought a pack of corn tea. I'm not really enjoying it though.

Come to think of it, it seems that the sound of wind chimes is now also recognized as noise. Noise is an unpleasant sound that can be heard by the human ear. I wonder if that's true.
If even such a wonderful sound is considered noise, it must be difficult to be liked by everyone.
But I hope you have confidence in yourself, Fuurin. Your looks, voice, and mannerisms are all pretty cool.


It's been hot every day lately, so when I want to do something alone I often go to an art museum or library.
The other day, when I went to an art museum, I accidentally forgot my usual pencil case. However, I really wanted to take notes on something that made an impression on me, so I reluctantly took notes with the lipstick I had just bought.
These moments of going beyond the boundaries a little bit feel quite satisfying, as if I'm mocking my everyday life just a little. Of course, I mean this in the sense that I'm calmly accepting my own acting.


In that sense, using things in ways that transcend their intended purpose is quite appealing, like a sense of mastery. For example, using a pen to tie up your hair or putting flowers in an empty wine bottle. Hahaha, I never thought it would be used like this, muhuhu.
(At the same time, I also like tools that make me feel like I was born just for this purpose! The richness of having them is literally irreplaceable.)


After going through those feelings, I realized that I only knew that lipstick was a cosmetic product that colors the lips.
I sometimes wonder if the way it was used might not have been so wrong if I didn't know what kind of tool it was, from what era and country.
Yeah, I think about that every day.


Even if each of the tools and people that fill our lives had a name and an explanation, that's one thing.
If we make eye contact, maybe it will lead us to the ideal place.
I tried to convey this in a way that sounds similar to Mamimi's words.


I was watching FLCL recently and realized that I've always been carrying a weapon.
Of course, there are days when I just want to swing my bass around like, "Bam!"
At times like that, I close my eyes and imagine the sound of that bass body reverberating. Then Little Busters by The Pillows comes on, and my palms are still tingling.
It's good to open your eyes with the feeling of "Fiction, fiction..."


Nowadays
I've been reading books like Yamada Murasaki's "Shinkirari," Greg Girard and Ian Lambot's "Exploring Kowloon City," Boris Vian's "Fleeting Days," and Kim Cho-yop's "If We Can't Move at the Speed of Light." I've also been reading Noriko Ibaraki's poetry collection, which I received for my birthday, little by little, carefully, like a candy leaflet.
Also, I will post them all together (trembling)

see you.

Ocean (Updated 2025.08.04)