#2018-09

Sometimes​ I want to rename seasons so they can feel real to me. (As if the mere transition between seasons isn't real enough. Arguably, but I live in a land where the only seasonal differences I know are because of fashion collection​s and sales.) * Summer, or the time of unforgiving insight about my own self. (As if this insight isn't blocked out immediately. I suppose, but I live in a space where it's easier to put up walls that block me from me, where there's no mirror images staring back.) * Monsoon, or the time of washed-up sorrows that are sent back to the skies. (As if these sorrows don't first drown out anyone who might survive to tell the tale. Possibly, but I live in a time where it's good enough to hold on while still being rusty, and isn't it just great that I learnt to swim when I was younger?) * Autumn, or the time of fallen regrets that I crunch into the ground. (As if the mere act of crunching erases them from existence. Possibly not, but I live in a time where it's enough to acknowledge my fear and metaphorically crush it, and I just so happen to love crunching​ leaves and I am enough.) * Winter, or the time of the consortium of unintended pain. (As if the association between different parties that cause pain can really be anything but complicit and very intentional. I suppose not, but I live in a space where it’s easier to think about everybody and nobody in particular, and maybe everybody was complicit in the pain but nobody in particular intended for it to happen - it just did.) * Spring, or the season that breaks syllable counts and forces me to grow.

あなたもこの本が気に入るかもしれません。"「数字」が読めると本当に儲かるんですか？"（古屋悟司, 田中靖浩 著）

結局みんな努力してるんだよね。。。

Zarameさんがもう一人欲しいって言われたのは素直に嬉しい！！！