OhtaNotes

I sipped my latte, looked at my MacBook, and realized: it had been typing by itself.

Warmth in glass, stillness in motion.

The perfect soba is a myth. The best one is the one in front of you.

The tea is at its best when it is almost forgotten.

A lounge is where people hedge against boredom, but never against uncertainty.

Observe who enters and leaves; that tells you more than the menu ever will.

Monday’s labor is proof that humans live in fiction.

The green of matcha latte is not just a color, but a bridge between tradition and modernity.

It was on the third cycle that I realized this Saturday was repeating. この土曜日は繰り返されている。そのことに気づいたのは3回目の時だった。

The unknown is the most powerful force—it fuels fear, hope, and every legend ever told.