Snow Mass

The parking lot is overlooking from the window. It is full with a few narrow passages left. Rock-like snow blocks line up on the windowsill. Sequentially from the edge, I drop them into the gaps in the car and try to shatter them with impact. It's probably not snow removal work. It seems to be … Continue reading Snow Mass

The Season of Love

There are many people in the room like a classroom. I feel like I'm being investigated somehow. Finally the turn came round to me, was nominated, I decided to sing in a cappella. Although it seemed possible to decline, I will begin singing the old popular song "The Season of Love". ♪ I can not … Continue reading The Season of Love