OhtaNotes

We are all just layers of experience waiting to be stirred by time.

Existence is a question that requires no answer.

Ancient gods were names for the uncontrollable. We still use labels to feel safe today, whether we call it ‘probability’ or ‘fate’.

We live most fully when we forget that we are living.

Somewhere right now, someone is being born. Somewhere, someone is saying a last goodbye.

We are made of stardust, briefly gathered to look back at the cosmos.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

The man at the next table has been reading the same page for three days.

The “celebrity” talking to you every day—pop star or pundit—is just an industrially arranged digital icon, positioned to make you buy and to steer your attention. Capitalism keeps manufacturing these electronic images endlessly, to mobilize consumers.

The ice cubes are swimming in a coffee pool.