It is clouded this morning. The wind does not blow. The cold relatively softened.
The life runs through the interval of the times.
A roller coaster without the rail!
The driving force is a change of the times.
It is quite bold.
When we got rid of the sense of speed, our life gets closer to the end.
The working of the space is the propulsive root.
The working of the space does not have a standard to measure.
It is not limited.
We entrust the steering of the roller coaster to the next generation. Living entities are assigned to almost all limits of this space.
Therefore we were able to find sense of values.
Existence in nothing.
We return to dusts of the earth again.
Have only memory.
We are happy compositions of the space.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
