ENTRY DESCRIPTION
The straight line of the gleaming rails connect to a curved line at the tip, and there is good chemistry between the two kinds of lines.
Making the bright line of the railroad rails into a motif, I placed them onto my own life and saw the route towards my own destiny.
The overhead wiring stretched over the railroad rails obstructed the bright line here and there, and they seemed as if they were the adversities in life.
The bright line diverged, comparable to the choices made in life, and shimmered beautifully. When the bright line went beyond the realm of description and was close to protruding outside of it, I felt like it had left the world of destiny that had existed up until now and let loose into a world of freedom.
And I felt as if it was encouraging me to free myself.
The number of bright lines are limitless, and I felt that the number of lives was just as manifold.
I questioned my own heart, and became aware that the time for making a choice was now drawing near.

AUTHOR
Born in Tokyo in 1947.

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