OhtaNotes

Nothing to own, everything to be.

Sit. Breathe. Be.

We do not want to lounge in the world. We want to be the world’s lounging.

To drink is to empty, to empty is to fill—such is life.

Nothing moves, yet everything is changing.

The tree is not in the room—it is the room.

Every hotel lounge has a lonely poet in the corner, drinking inspiration.

A café is a place for waiting. For someone. For something. For nothing at all.

The shop appears only when you’re not looking for it.

A still table is always in motion.