OhtaNotes

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.

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.