lungs iii.

Saturday, September 9, 2017





i.  
The fabrics we wrap ourselves with are spirits, the words we left unsaid. Put on a translucent black riddle, transitory, shimmering. Underneath, 
bare skin, and fresh paint cover the body in a made-up language of abstract strokes. 

ii. 
保持する- to hold ,  接触- to touch






iii. 
In this world 
We walk on the roof of hell
Gazing at flowers 

Kobayashi Issa


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