“Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has…
Author: anglesjournal
It was an early spring morning in Kanagawa. As I mechanically fed myself mouthfuls of…
“…” I could never recall the sound of his voice. It was the summer of 1982…
Near my house, there is a large botanical garden. It doesn’t display flowers and trees…
If I could grow like a weedAfter being drenched by the rain, I would grow…
Angles 