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Having fun messing with the towns sky gazers. Helium, balloons, and little lights.

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I have been to two family funeral and at both they let go ballons that look like a rosary. I took this picture as it floated away and edited the coloring and like how it came out. Im not religious so I don't know much about the rosary but hopefully someone can enjoy this picture.
September 16, 2025 at 15:33
Taking a break from my job, I decided to dedicate my spare time to slowly archiving my notes on Tumblr, parasailing, and making pig-balloons—the work of a Renaissance man🧐.
Also, I decided: no more circling longing, I will give it a final shape, one I can leave behind.
Loving folklore since childhood, I chose to fulfill a long-time dream and create my own yokai. A yokai of longing. Writing its story in Japanese, I got lost in translation. It is hard to sail in the ocean of language when your vocabulary is a leaky bucket.
But being serious, longing can be a strange companion, defining how we move through the days. It gives oxygen to poems, yet it is risky in a heart already on fire. It keeps hope alive with ghosts, circling endlessly, hungry for one witness to make all the words meaningful.
So this yokai should take its shape; in naming it, I hope to control it. Of course, it is only hope. But in every story l've read about spirits, ghosts, or gods, I can tell one thing with certainty: they all simply want to be seen.