'It started in the sewer hole.
Ordinary, but evoking a strange aura
A story about things.'
over a small crevice or in a sewer hole
Facing the space covered with darkness
It made me go deeper into thinking.
One day, while walking on the road, I found a gap between the doors,
At the end of the alley around sunset, a shadow without an owner casts,
An empty flowerpot that someone threw away
It's all like a sewer hole to me.
It begins with 'it started in the sewer hole'
Like the questionable first sentence of this note,
When the holes in our daily life start to talk
The journey of thought unfolds.
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