OhtaNotes

Never map out your whole life. Ask what to do with this morning.

We must all become five again. Rise. Play. Eat. Drink. Sleep. Repeat. We forget.

There are two skies. One is for when you’re dreaming. One is for when you’re sad. They’re always the same sky.

Maybe is not weakness. It is the language being honest with ourselves. Maybe.

Japan’s Defense Ministry communications mast. Tokyo’s third tower. The most unadorned. Yet the most burdened. The least known. Yet the most knowing.

We call a cafe a temporary escape. Yet it has become the only routine.

Built for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. The carnival lasted only two weeks. Today, a place to be alone.

Every corridor dreams of becoming a room. Most never make it.

The best entrance is the one we almost walked past. Today I stop.

Ordered one plate. Ate it in four minutes. Took twenty to conclude whether it was enough. I stepped outside. It was early summer.