I always have the wiseness to try to stay alone without flocking with people. I can write about the castle at any time. There was also a hollow hole that I couldn’t understand.
I have to kill time. If I have a perfect time, it’s time to face this Mackintosh.
But to get a perfect time, I have to spend some inconvenience. To make the most of one hour, you have to kill two hours. One thing to watch out for is that you shouldn’t kill all your time, all the years.
Now I’m entering a world of subtle nuances and shadows. My words are cultivated by what I hardly notice. It is a good thing. Now I’m writing a different kind of drivel than before. Some may be aware of that.
p.s. Bullet holes were made in the stone wall at the battle of the Satsuma Rebellion in 1877.