Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto