Fu's journey

Got hit by a bird on the way to the bus stop. Told myself not to find meaning in it. Then asked Fu to comment from the bird's perspective. Naturally, I found meaning in it.朝のバス停へ向かう途中、鳥の糞に被弾。意味をつけないぞと繰り返した。そして、ふうに鳥目線でぼやいてもらった。しっかり意味をつけてしまった。

Pulled out my autumn shirt. The sleeves were short. The length was short. I looked like a PE teacher about to lead a hike. Seven months without cigarettes. Nearly 10 kilos gained.秋のコットンシャツを久しぶりに袖を通したら、丈も袖も短い。鏡の中はハイキングに引率する先生のようなジャストサイズ。タバコをやめて7ヶ月、10キロ近く増えた。

There is a voice inside you — one that sounds like yours, but may not truly be your own. A quiet script on inherited beliefs, the ghost we carry, and slowly reclaiming the helm of your life. From Fu's Corner.

Got everything done. Posted. Then spent the night staring at numbers that wouldn't move. At some point, you have to let it go.投稿は全て終わらせた。なのに数字が動かない。未来劇場が始まって、気がつけば深夜12時。準備してSNSに渡した後は、お任せするしかない。