Anyway, another hot day has come. I feel tired. I envy people who like summer.
There is a small art gallery in my town. When I see pictures at the gallery, I often recall a oil painting which I encountered at a gallery in Osaka by chance. The work was a small piece but it gave me strange emortions. I loved it and went to watch it many times. I was twenty-something at that time, I lived alone and was seeking the perfect future for me. So I remember my struggling young days at the same time with the memory of the painting.