• We spend our days going back and forth between the outer world and the inner one.


    At some point, I noticed that, when there was a distinct separation between the outer world and myself, everything looked dazzlingly bright.


    It is a place that somehow conjures up mellow, nostalgic feelings.

    But I cannot stay there for long. The border lines shrouded in nebulous, soft, and elusive light metamorphose as they mingle with and bounce off shadows.


    I observed this and decided to stare at the few scant afterimages lingering in my mind. And


    I recall the touch of the light that passed through me.