A Sketch of the Day

I had a supper in a Indian restaurant near my house. Beside my table two foreigners drink.One of is a man who drank a bottle of Kirin beer. And the other is a woman who drank a thin glass of orange juice.

They look very intelligent and educated and talked under intimate atmosphere. I believe the language they spoke is French. I don't fully understand it but its resonance is very unique and their voice sounds very comfortable for me.

A sketch of a day of Shibuya

Shibuya is very memorial city for me because I studied here and Kokugakuin, my university is located in.

Today's Shibuya is darkest I have ever seen. Too many people walking to entrance of the station are not energetic. I don't prefer to craziness of but now monotonous landscape makes me downer.

We know our lives are sometimes very tired because of their business. But I have never imagined this harmful tragedy. It's not doubtful that State of Japan is falling down and I think it's the very time that this country is changing.I feel the beginning of drumming like Art Blakey. His volcanic rhythm has kind of hope and silence coming from the depth of the sea with us, human being.

History says calmly that true modernization haven ever been finished. Because we have to be better and better being as possible as our lives should go on.