OhtaNotes

Our lives have become excessively complex. Even relaxing in a lounge is now defined as a life strategy.

Inspiration visits with the drink, leaves before the bill.

Some live within time, others within rhythm.

Small rituals stabilize large days.

Wednesday is the bridge where early hope meets later reality.

Walk far enough to let thoughts finish.

To exist is to be unfinished.

The shrine gate does not protect us from the city. It ceaselessly bridges the sacred and the profane.

Every story begins where certainty ends.

Perhaps nothing is staged, and everything is.