OhtaNotes

Civilizations collapse, but symbols endure.

Perhaps this silent city gazes down, awaiting the moment order falters. That is where stories begin.

The temple is already within you. Why climb at all?

March feels like happiness when you can order an iced latte without a second thought.

Sometimes, they are not where you left them.

The dreamer is both the creator and the created, both lost and found.

To know reality, forget it.

Civilization is a story we keep rewriting, yet the past pages never vanish.

The more we seek certainty, the deeper we dive into uncertainty.

The way dwells not in the glass’s height, but in the empty space between shadows.