“One sticks a finger into the ground to smell what country one is in; I stick my finger into the world — it smells of nothing.
Where am I? What does it mean to say: the world?” – S.A.K
When one picks up what is there, only to enjoy its smell and carry it around but eventually to release by presenting it somewhere else, I call the outcome of such a sequential action PUBLISHED.
Diary
http://simultaneous-diary.tumblr.com/
Music
http://megumimatsubara.bandcamp.com/