Published

 

“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://simultaneousdiary.tumblr.com/

Music
http://megumimatsubara.bandcamp.com/