Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

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

If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.

Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.