(From Issue 11) Everything in this world of realitywill eventually fade away.Like our names in…
Author: anglesjournal
(From Issue 9) “…” I could never recall the sound of his voice. It was the…
It was an early spring morning in Kanagawa. As I mechanically fed myself mouthfuls of…
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 