4/10 "Untitled"

Sekimachi, last summer

The highway at dusk, the cries of the bell crickets1

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4/10

This will be the second letter I've written to you. Well, I call them letters, but you're probably never going to read them, so I guess they're closer to diary entries. What have I been doing lately, other than music... I've gotten my personal matters in order. I moved out of my apartment. I got tickets to travel out there, and did some basic packing. A bare minimum of luggage, ink bottles, a fountain pen, a camera, my acoustic guitar, and a wooden box to hold lyrics and sheet music. That's it. With the funds I saved up from my job, I think I'll hold out until the end of the summer.


I'm about to go on a journey. The final journey of my life.

It's a little late to be saying this, but all that stuff about how my music is, about it not selling, about how life is so painful,

I don't care about any of that anymore. Elma - I wonder what I'll think on this journey. I wonder what I'll feel.

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<--- [8/31] Elma (エルマ)

[8/25] That's Why I Quit Music (だから僕は音楽を辞めた) --->

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1 Sekimachi is a neighborhood in the Nerima Ward of Tokyo. Bell crickets (suzumushi) are known for their song and often kept as pets in Japan. In haiku and elsewhere, they're a seasonal marker for autumn, so their mention here is likely meant to indicate that the summer was almost over.