The wind is looking for and blowing in any place.

If a lot of things are placed, they aim at the gap and enter, and pass by.

It is as if in our world, no matter where we go, the snuffer wanders around without a place to go and without a place to go.
But the wind never flounders, and it never loses its life due to setbacks. In any case, I always look for a place to go and pour myself into it. Rather, it is guided by that way.

But people do not go that way easily. They wish they could do that, but they don't want to be swept away so skillfully, and they don't want to be swept away.

There are limits and possibilities of a people.

Well, I don't care about people. I feel like I can learn a lot from that too clever way of cutting through the wind after all.
Many meaningful questions and truthful truths that have not yet been found are sleeping. It's gone unnoticed by no one to find it, and it exists quietly, but quietly somewhere without saying any small words.
That's great. That is why the world is connected by the discovery of people to it.

I want to be the wind. I know I can't be, nevertheless I can't give up my desire to be.

The wind is more powerful than the character that says it is smart.

The excess of things and things carried by the wind is infinite. The one who makes the wind is all of the world, all of the earth.
The wind is somehow spreading to everything in the world.

Wind, I want to tell you to share your soul with me just a little bit.

Yeah, I know. No matter how much you petition, you won't answer anything, so it's the wind.

I want to walk slowly in search of various gaps and forgotten places, following the path you blow today.

Feb. 1st. 2022