Category: Photo Journal

i stood alone in the darkness. light does not illuminate. it only looks for things to illuminate. and i had never been found by the light. i would always be in darkness

April 30, 2025

“I went outside. The rain had stopped. The air, washed by the rain, was serene, and the waves sounded closer than usual. The full moon shone like a pearl in the night sky.The moonlight made it look as if all the houses had sunk to the bottom of a lake. The road stretched ahead, white. It was the road…
Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

December 5, 2018

Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes. Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
i have tried insofar as possible to avoid getting involved in the sordid complications of human beings. i have been afraid of being sucked down into their bottomless whirlpool.

November 12, 2018
in this instance, ‘you’ would probably be someone who managed to force a laugh, quietly enduring some internal struggle.

November 7, 2018
do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning eludes me? or do they shake or nod their heads, without a need for words?

November 3, 2018

what do the ghosts of this city do, these muffled, early-morning hours? slip soundlessly out to walk through the fog that has been holding its breath, and waiting? do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning…

Category: Photo Journal

i stood alone in the darkness. light does not illuminate. it only looks for things to illuminate. and i had never been found by the light. i would always be in darkness

Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

i have tried insofar as possible to avoid getting involved in the sordid complications of human beings. i have been afraid of being sucked down into their bottomless whirlpool.

in this instance, ‘you’ would probably be someone who managed to force a laugh, quietly enduring some internal struggle.

do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning eludes me? or do they shake or nod their heads, without a need for words?