Journal. A small note that goes on every day. Write like a bucket overflowing with something that fills your mind. Dreamy events, outraged incidents. Although there are many dangerous bridges to cross, that is the exercise of the right to life.

If I were to write down today, I would be sloppy for a day, dare to walk the city's escape like the best play, and walk Tobotobo like I do now. Bicycles are walking this way to show off the dangers of flirty driving.

A bicycle hitting the telegraph pole according to the side just now. Raise your hand to the woman who rushes over and suggests you're safe. Uh, look, here. The bike drives away.