Red

I remember seeing, in an art museum, a large pile of sand.
Beside the sand was a long explanation of the work.
I forget what it said.

Reading a book called Vibrator.「ヴァイブレータ」
So far it's interesting.

It takes time to just sit and read.
I read a lot in bygone days.
Where did I get all that time?
Lately it's a big thing to set aside time a book.
But once I decide to, I become dedicated to finishing.
Not so with blogs here.
Some can write pages and pages.
It's hard to commit to reading something long here.
That's one of the reasons I write in small, disconnected bits.
There are others.
Reasons, that is.