Passing through this world
Passing through this world straightforwardly filling every minute of existence with deep cognition and self-reference is not my thing. I would rather cut through at an angle-though not necessarily accelerated to meteor-like swiftness. I would rather take my time meandering through the interstices of time and space,gazing about, making mistakes, and keeping dissociated. My path should be one of contradiction and beauty, the distillation of my entire existence.
text by tetsuya machida