It rains this morning. The strong wind sometimes blows. It is relatively cold morning. The imaginary world. We may sometimes fall into deep sorrow. And we cannot escape from the situation for a long time. We cannot yet solve many problems.
Why will we remember such a thing?
The switch automatically becomes ON. Without a sign. And the switch does not become OFF how either.
We are irritated. Deep sorrow and big anger. We continue absentmindedness.
The next new problem surfaces in such a case somehow. And we shift to the next stage. Deep sorrow and big anger wait for us there.
All is tangles in the heart.
Apparently it is only thought to be the person who became senile from other people.
We spend most of the lives at a level of consciousness. The domain of the consciousness is infinite. The capacity is wider surely than space.
There is the imaginary world.
We throw the problem that cannot be settled from one end there and close the cap.
It may be said that creatures are imaginary travelers.
When we think practically, we have already solved them in that way.
We continue handling them as non-solution.
There is no matter that we can solve in this world after all.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
