OhtaNotes

To slurp soba is to embrace its inherent emptiness.

What is absent defines what remains.

Into the empty teacup, keep pouring what does not exist. Until silence overflows.

A full bar is a market; watch who buys, who sells, and who holds.

In the silence of the lounge, calculate the cost of every “yes” you have ever uttered.

The harmony of sourness and sweetness is both an equation and a poem.

Life is short, drink your tea before the flowers wilt.

Life without a latte is a tragedy; life with one is merely a dark comedy.

The lounge is a place to ponder both the existence and absence of the world.

The lounge borrows from multiple cultures. However, it belongs to none.