JOSIAH BERLIAN

To the Moon

If you’re patient enough to read this stuff, you’ll be getting the unfiltered works. The silent melody of hope, lurking in shades of black and white.

And boy do I hope that you catch my drift.

雨のち、人

帰り道、雨が上がって、空が綺麗だった。

Pure.

Pure wizardry, life so tiny – willful, warm; the light off a glowing hearth.

Dominate.

What difference will I now make?