OhtaNotes

The more we seek certainty, the deeper we dive into uncertainty.

The way dwells not in the glass’s height, but in the empty space between shadows.

A hotel lounge is a modern tribal gathering, where insiders reaffirm their myths.

The seeker who stands in the light must accept their shadow.

Tuesday arrives like an unnoticed shadow—soft, inevitable, slipping through the cracks of time.

A city is built by those who climb. A city is owned by those who make others climb.

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.