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One Place, One Scene

Something is started, there’re both chance to do accrding to previously scheluded with precise plan and dutifully hastened in emergency.
At some degree, being so absorbed in and at another degree being so cooly awoken by anything.


Reaching to the aim of doing and finished, even at a moment to be never so dissatisfied with its finishing or never so, anytime either a little empty is left.


Walking alone along the street going to a little further place either.
The atmosphere around these places seen so typically impressive when these places were taken for festival or big event, and any gathering a few times ago, these places were so flowerishing but after these endings, these places were so back to ordinary calmness, turned to be usually seen to us.


Originally ordinary apperance would be the naturalist when some big thing is opened, we’re apt to be illuaioned that these places have set only for that kind of special matter.


Any place has never been set only for special aim anytime.
Rather any place has been so as to be seen, with its own circumstance around these.


Any place has morning.
Afterward, noon comes, people’s busy coming and going is shown, inserting that time, eveningglow comes near again. After sunset, night is deepened gradually, never shown any passiesby, silently composed night passed, soon after it, morningglow is welcome, a new day starts again the places with people’s coming and going.
Just only so.
At this fact, any place is never so distinct.
At human world, with each age’s demand, especial place and so commonplace places are recognized obviously to each other, only so outstandingly visible places are anytime noticed, and other all are never so.


But especially even so sacred places were never so originally.
Places and scenes are so resiliently changeable, according to the incidental factors, at each epoch or so, with each different trend and aspect according not only to each age but also to each time in a day.


But it may have been in another truth to what we feel some establishing satisfaction in ending work, but some tiny empty, it is never having any jolt in no talk but so surely, to anything our daily routine.


(May. 4th. 2019)