other people 池袋

other people 池袋T I was always surrounded by other people. Unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar voices. I never listened to their stories. One day, an old woman on a park bench spoke to me. She seemed to be saying she lost something, but her words were difficult to hear, and I couldn't understand what she had lost. Then a young man approached us and spoke to the old woman. I couldn't understand his words at all, but it seemed he knew something about what the old woman had

When an object is immersed in a fluid

A twisted self constricts my breath

The old streetscape seems to pause

children who came for the first time with eyes full of curiosity

Despite the scarcity of public trash bins

The salon brought together intellectuals such as writers

Is it my voice

as well as attractions like Hanazono Shrine and Kinokuniya Bookstore Shinjuku

the post-pandemic rise in Japanese accommodation fees can be attributed to a need for economic recovery

Behind them

I live in a city dominated by a surveillance network reaching every nook and cranny

The rabbit with the knife seems like part of a story