Jugendgedenken

My coworker has got a butterfly in a jar.
Eek!

But for me, it is more than gross.
It reminds me of a Hesse's bitter story of
how innocent boys got into moths and butterflies,
ending up extremely competitive and envious.


「そうか、そうか、つまり君はそんなやつなんだな。」

The Hiratas

"Dad, thank you for the card," sis wrote.

"What card?" asks Miyoko, my mother.
"Oh, I sent her a green card."
"・・・? Oh, you mean greeting card?"

あっ、グリーティングカードね？　まぁ響きはちょっと似てるけど
全く別物よーーー。

Without Purpose

It's lunch time.
Same Lawson on Sakurada-dori.
walking lazily around and
found retro match boxes.

So cute, but what for?
No, I'm not going to buy them, okay?

Reluctantly flipped a box and read "made in Hyogo.”
Oh, that's where I'm from,
Now got a reason to get myself a pack!

木曜の昼休みにローソンうろついてたら、こんなものを
兼松日産農林のマッチ
なんで昼からマッチ買うねん！　てつっこみながらレジへ。
3種類あったけど、鳥さん（燕印）にした。

ガチガチの目的、なんかいらないことってあるでしょう？