Sun, 05 Sep 2021 季節とは雨のように落ちては溶けてゆくインクのように、確たる姿から身をほどいて次のものへと混ざりゆく。ちょうど今頃の雨が夏の面影と秋の到来を交互に映すように。

Branched composition of Overbelieving
"This is my style in fractal world"... I'm finally able to say so to myself.

The cold and the heat are fusing together into the rain falls at end of the summer. Season looks like ink dropped into atmosphere, it appears firmly as a season, but then it dissolves in the world and melts into next season's color.