OhtaNotes

In Tokyo, if you jump every stripe without touching one, luck finds you today. Every city has secrets that never make it onto its map.

I heard Tokyo has been a typhoon all day. I found the perfect excuse to occupy this lobby all day.

Tuesday. The day you realize the weekend was not as restful as you pretended.

Prepare for the range of outcomes. Not the one you prefer. That is the only game.

Everyone is always heading somewhere. Nobody arrives. Ever.

Less. Then less again. Until only yours remains.

The intersection is a sentence with no subject. Everyone is a verb. Every direction hides a life you will never meet.

Walk this path without mind. You’ll be fine. The mindless walls of the skyscrapers will help.

Nobody knows what happens next. Those who claim to know are selling something.

Life must have a beginning, a middle, an end. Yet we never know its beginning, its end. Nor its middle.