Marzo 2012
Febrero 2012
hola te amo, estas entero candente nos vemos en tus sueños sopaipa
- Rin: I think I want to be different, sometimes. I've thought about changing myself lately, but it's a bit scary, like walking backwards with your eyes closed. The difficult part is to know where your toes are not pointing at. I mean, directions. Even if I didn't do anything, I would never stay the same. It's like my old paintings. They are different than what I paint now, because I'm different, but they are still my paintings so there's something same. That's really strange. I am different every day, but I'm still me everyday. Who am I then?
- Hisao: Is that a riddle?
- Rin: If you want it to be. I don't know the right answer though, so you have to come up with it yourself.
- Hisao: Well, it's the sky, isn't it? Going by your definition just now.
- Rin: That's right! But I was thinking about myself when I said that. Very strange. Could it be that I actually am the sky?
