• 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.

     

    “LIGHT”

     

     

     

     

    外界の世界と内在とを行ったり来たりしながら日々は流れていきます

     

     

     

     

    曖昧で優しいその掴めない光の境界線は影と混ざり合い反発し変容していきます。

     

     

     

    それを観察し私の中にある小さな微かな残像を見つめてみました。

     

     

     

    そして私の中を透りすぎていった光の感触を思い出しています。