It seems life is constructed in a way that no one can fulfill it alone. Just as it’s not enough for flowers to have pistils and stamens An insect or a breeze must introduce a pistil to a stamen Life contains its own absence, which only an Other can fulfill. It seems the world is the summation of Others And yet, We neither know nor are told that we will filfull each other We lead our scattered lives, perfectly unaware of each other…
水の線路 / 生命は World’s End Girlfriend (via chuntastic)











