Reality always seems to be 99.999999999% noise,
Yet from that faint crack, dandelions bloom again this year,
Tulips, rejoicing, awaken and paint the urban morning
With the next generation of children, and my heart feels the spring.

I’m like an unnamed weed, a terrible botch-up,
Humans, they’ll trample weeds without a second thought,
Unaware as they step on me, crush me, I’ve long been broken,
But somehow, by chance, I’m still hanging on.

A faint light beyond 99.999999999%, I feel it,
This morning, it shines upon my face once more.
Guided by the scent of the wind, heading to the harbor for work,
Returning home, bathed in the glow of streetlights that illuminate even the weeds of the night journey,
The absurd and the certain,
And wrapped in 99.999999999%, peaceful days.
The grand adventure, just for a moment we wished, isn’t that exciting?
Goodnight. See you tomorrow. Let’s meet again.

down to home. longing.
( memories of water )

Let’s return to a place where we can say “I’m home.” This is the reimagining and remastering of my most introduced original piece, “memories of water”. In the original work, “memories of water”, I painted the ethereal sense of humanity returning to earth from the cosmos. However, in the new piece, “down to home. longing.”, the theme is to discard weapons and journey home – to aim for a place where we can say “I’m home”. It depicts a sound space landing gently on the earth with this worldview.
— new tune from s-ikt “down to home. longing.
( memories of water ) “.