a month's notes

i am a man of sound. i am a man of letters. i am a man of moving my arms and my legs.

he owns an onigiri shop and he visits all the way from the city. eleven syllables and five-line stanzas.

originally wrote it in july 2023. never experienced the fall season so the imagery is lacking, haha.

lyrics to a tune from the arban's book for trumpet. it's a sweet little melody, too. specifically, it's prayer of the workers.

how other people bend over backwards for a thing i never experienced.

how we listen to different things as we grow up. what would our surroundings think about our changing tastes?

a response to bjork's cover me (1995). matching the mischief of the song.

a random thought while watching haikyuu!! i would've loved (and been good at) the sport if i was introduced to it earlier. now, i'm grieving the direct passion i never had for it.

inspired by the manhwa love tractor, and also the concept of atlas holding up the sky/the world.

i love the "lead to gold" line.

vivid memory of writing this. started out as a simple play on "celebrate the morning - mourn the celebrating".