OhtaNotes

Every city hides a spare copy of itself in the rain.

Nothing in nature grows in a straight line. Neither do you.

Tokyo Station. Built 1914. Kingo Tatsuno. Queen Anne Revival.

For most of human history, no one asked what their life meant. They asked who needed them. Meaning was not found. It was assigned by other people.

The best seat in this city is a railing on the second floor. The city walks past.

Restaurants spread after revolutions. When a cook loses his master, he opens his door to everyone else. So this penne is a gift from someone’s uprising.

You don’t control the length of your life. You decide its width.

Our brains evolved to pick berries. Not to compare 200 hotels.

Take life seriously. Take yourself lightly.

We work all day to pay for a house we are never in. We call it a good life.