in blue.

our unit is becoming an independent company – subsidiary one. So we’ve got a new boss. It was kinda GEKOKUJO. (but this was also absolutely none of my business.) He is smart, and he is the real “business-type” man. He is blogger, his blog …

A guy disappeared. There are about 10 people working here in this floor. And two of them are part-time. The guy, who has disappeared, is one of them. He is the same age as me. Where has he gone? And how many people here knows this little p…

I’m drowning. Even if he/she doesn’t admit, I’m drowning. Almost drowned.

Style of writing. The way he writes, the way she writes, the words he uses, the expressions she uses, how he uses adjectives, how she put the commas, how he starts the writing, and how she ends the writing.All these things are flowing into…

When I was a child, I didn’t know how the headache was. (But I knew how hard the heartache was.) When I was a child, I didn’t know the word “pity”. (But I knew the notion of it.) When I was a child, I didn’t know how long the night was. (B…

Take photos of flowers. It’s not always beautiful, but take. Can’t stop. They have a power. Power to catch one’s eye, or one’s consciousness. Nice word. Obsession. And it hurts a bit, and reminds me of something.

While I was not here, I was writing in another place. I’m still writing there, but it’s becoming a bit hard to keep the balance (mentally). Some of readers here disappeared, especially my “real” (or “ri-a-ru” or “off-line”) friends. aaah, …