My Verses Are Light Green, But They Are Also Flaming Red / 傷ついた鹿のような島

Arrogance

YUASA Ebosi

Origami

TOYOSHIMA Yasuko

SUZUKI Kenji

[Title Unknown]

NAKANISHI Natsuyuki

SUZUKI Kenji

Cubic worlds

TATEISHI Koichi

THE GＵARDIANS

URUSHIBARA Hideko

POYA DAY： NO.4 2000.1.21~2002.11.20

KURITA Koichi

(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly.

OKAZAKI Kenjiro

3:12

OKAZAKI Kenjiro

17:27

OKAZAKI Kenjiro

OKAZAKI Kenjiro