Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"No one can do anything. I can't change it."

The soldiers in the seat, separated by the aisle, breathed rice balls, poured tea into their stomachs, looked out the window, and somehow survived.

The bus stops again. We'll both get on. Both of you get off. There is no fluctuation in the number of people. Perhaps this individual is being used like a surgical technique. Big magic?

Turn the street tree to the left and right and even spin the tire.

Sound and vibration. Dreams and reality. Ideas and dreams. A messy world and organized spaces. In the car, a big concert of air conditioners can be heard along with the semi sound of the accompanying passenger. Summer signs come and go. I feel relieved by such a summer epic.