It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is relatively cold morning.
We are chased persistently every day. We cannot be settled fundamentally all the time. In the first place the matter that can be settled fundamentally does not exist. And we escape thoroughly.
What are we chased in?
Because we are chased routinely, we do not think about the matter chasing deeply.
Why are we chased?
We do not have a clear answer about it either.
Who are we?
We do not understand it at all.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
