Kanada-sama warm hands wrapped around mine and calmed me.
“I’m sorry. I got distracted…”
Kanada-sama just said, “You’re delicate, aren’t you?”
What exactly is thinking? Why do living things think?
Even if there’s no end to thinking, this life is only fleeting…
I wonder if there’s a meaning to living.
To leave behind genes? To serve the Lord?
It’s silly. You live, suffer, and die.
I wish there were some cushion… Meeting people… It’s just a little, but it’s still a relief.
Small birds resting on roadside trees were chirping, celebrating life.
Death, the next world… My brain only entertains heavy themes.