Ryokan life.

She sits type type typing in a tatami room now, far away from what her mind's eye saw as civilization. . . civilization that is up until now. The world has been turned "sakasama" just like the pineapple upside-down cake that she made today.

I wonder. . .

how long it really takes us to understand that what's important may not necessarily be important to the world. By the time we realize that writing or playing music on a guitar is not about success but about survival, it could be too late.


Now is the time to try, to create.