fine weather
Autumn: Too enraptured to drink alcohol in the daytime.
Rather drunk.
The problem with daytime drinking is that although it feels good, it is always accompanied by a sense of remorse and guilt.
and a sense of guilt. Deep reflection…
Writing a diary for the first time in a while.
Whenever I have trouble keeping a diary, I always try to recite the first sentence of Taneda Yamatohka’s “Kichu Nikki” (“The Diary in the Middle of the Night”).
A diary, as a human record, must be recognized from the first word to the last, with ink of blood on the pen of flesh.
This is true not only of diaries, but also of haiku, tanka, poetry, novels, and other forms of writing, and it is important to keep in mind that those who write must write with a pen of flesh and ink of blood.
However, when it comes to artistic value, the hurdle rises and I find myself unable to say anything at all. It is difficult to write what one wants to write, which contradicts the essence of a diary.
Drunk touching the pampas grass knowing autumn
