I had a long nap.
Feeling a slight sense of loss.
Lingering scent from strange dream.
I was wandering the downtown to be guided to the last note.
While walking down the street I ask myself.
“Why I started to study English?”
It is something like a wall of boring graffiti.
No art on its walls. There is only chaos.
I think that we Japanese are surrounded by such a thing.
So I want to make a buffer zone between Japan and myself.
Learning a foreign language is to make a buffer zone for me.
I know that my English is broken. But I'm going to scrape together the debris.
And I will make the stepladder using it.
I want to see the sight beyond the wall, such as to transform the life.
Learning a foreign language is very similar to meditation.