OhtaNotes

In the stillness of the adorned tree, find the eternal light within.

The wind passes through open walls, yet silence remains. In stillness, all things return to their source.

In a hotel lounge, everyone’s an international spy, even if they just ordered tea.

Beauty is not to be seen but to be felt—add nothing, take nothing away.

Everyone is heading somewhere, but not everyone arrives.

Red is not just a color; it’s an attitude.

Swim like a fish, breathe like a mammal, dream like a bird.

Lounging is preparation for randomness.

The skill to turn sour into sweet is the key to freedom.

You are alone, but so is everyone else.