A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it-even if the person himself wants to stop it.

I've always liked libraries. They're quiet and full of books and full of knowledge.

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ]

It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.

Learning another language is like becoming another person.