A man is like a two-story house. The first floor is equipped with an entrance and a living room. On the second floor is every family member's room. They enjoy listening to music and reading books. On the first underground floor is the ruin of people's memories. The room filled with darkness is the second underground floor.

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.

What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.

I keep to this routine every day without variation. The repetition itself becomes the important thing; it's a form of mesmerism. I mesmerize myself to reach a deeper state of mind.

It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.