Yasu Na

Families each have their own opinion. It is narrow and partial. They speak it inside their homes. Every time I look at each home, I feel a sense of solitude.


But I can see their voices rising in the sky. Their homes have no ceilings. The clear sky rings with these voices. These voices go up the rain. The clouds receive these voices.


These voices unify in the air. These voices lose the name of their own. The one and only sound covers the earth.


We should listen to this sound. This is a natural sound. This is an anonymous sound. Even librarians no longer know the sources of this sound. The bills no longer know where to go.


We should not listen to each opinion of families. It is too arrogant to put together. Nature only can form it.

  • Author: Yasu Na (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2018 23:02
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