Color is in the eyes of the beholder

What would the reasons be, for us to see colors?

If not for the beauties for us to see?


Taken around Shonan area, Japan.

plantwhite_flowerplantbeachbeachbushbeach trail


Spring 2017

I became 32 years old now. AW!

Here I am back in my hometown. AW!

Spring is here. YESh.



Thing 1:

Sometimes I get bothered by seemingly very small things, like artificial lights. Like, florescent light on the ceiling or whatever generated by the electricity.

Thing 2:

Black lives matter. All lives matter.

Does our lives even matter in the first place? I mean, yes? yes?

Thing 3:

More often than not, those ceaseless “technological advancement” that get instantly integrated in our society, as if necessary, as if it’s a smart thing to do, bothers me. Those latest digital technologies and the fast changing forms of our life style that correspond to it really isn’t making anything anything better or efficient as a whole society.

Thing 4:

I live in America. I know Americans generally live up for social justice and strive to rationalize matters because in America, we don’t have traditions that originated in the land and persisted after a long period of times beyond conventional logic. Little bit of old stuffs and little bit of new stuffs would be perfect. Just need to find that sweet spot that balance things out.

Thing 5:

I hate the idea of hourly wage. The sense of converting your time into money. That just somehow makes me feel really bad. Especially when the wage is on the lower side.

Thing 6:

Talking of Japan, I don’t think people’s life is any better or more efficient or more sophisticated today than in Edo era. Or whatever. Like, whatever.

Thing 7:

My conjuncture goes that humans today most likely suffers just as much as they did back in some millennium years ago. Just in a different way.

Thing 8

I hate to keep thinking. What was the purpose of evolution of our brain part to think? How does it help us exactly?

Ok, now I’m goin bed. Bye!

girl play


Phone Camera Iz Great

For most of last year, I used to like Trump not only for his general, very American “funny” character but also for his anti-cultural marxism & anti-globalism stance.

But at the end of the day I couldn’t care less. It seems that we are only this tiny creature that just started yesterday on this tiny planet of one of many galaxies of this shrinking and expanding universe of many or whatever.

My thought has been much more relaxed and feel better now somehow after reducing my frequencies to visit savage nation and ramzpaul stuff after personally running into an incident that left me a bad taste. I still love them though. Not necessarily for their ideologies but I dig how they drew their ideas from specific cases or just random encounters of daily lives. I feel like I can amply relate to them in that sense.







from pulaski bridge





Far away

But not that far


Dish Washing