hiatus due to health (again)

I’m just getting through each day somehow…

I saw your name on the library cards a long time ago. We passed each other in the library. I even sat beside you there. I read all kinds of books so my name would be on the cards before yours.

You and Seiji are like this stone. Rough, unpolished, still natural. But making violins, or writing stories, is different. The rough stone is inside you. You have to find it and then polish it. It takes time and effort.

Don’t expect perfection at first.

If I’m going with you, I’m going to help you.

Utopia exists only in one’s childhood life. — Hayao Miyazaki

“I was out there calling you in my head. ‘Shizuku!’ And then you appeared! What a team!” “Me, too... it’s like I’m still dreaming!”

You’re not very nice are you, cat? Just like me. Why do we change, I wonder? I was always so sweet… Books don’t even excite me like they used to. There’s always someone inside me saying: ‘Things aren’t that easy!’ I’m not very nice.