There's a question that comes to me every moment of my life.
"Who are you?"
When I first heard it in my mid-twenties...
I froze, couldn't say a word, fidgeted.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Can't you see? I'm a person. Did you come from outer space?"
I was bewildered, my face flushed.
And my heart pounded.
A third period of storm and stress?
Around thirty in 2011, when I suddenly threw this question at myself,
my heart still pounds,
but the feeling is strangely exciting.
'Well, look at that~ just wait a little -'
