STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS ON 

THE FALLING SAKURA

April 3, 2018

5 p.m. Osaka

Sakura is falling.

They are floating on the blue lake or covering the green grass, though the tree itself is eventually replaced by green leaves.

The fact that it’s precious is due to its one-week life, normally by the end of March until the beginning of April, which represents the coming of spring.

Spring—-everything is new and fresh during this season. New clothes, New job, new house, wedding ceremony, new semester, a new lover and so on.

All of these are rooted in the falling of Sakura.

In a metaphorical sense, the celebration of new lifestyle and perspective relies upon the self-scarification of this pitiful nonhuman creature.

What comes to your head when you see the falling of Sakura?

I see a light of reborn together with a sense of nostalgia. I wonder who feels the same as I do.

Now I’m walking in a park while the wind is constantly blowing off Sakura onto the ground.

The cycle of life.

I see children playing at the playground, screaming and running innocently and experiencing innocence.

I wish I could return to the time of childhood, just like the little girl who is reaching her hand toward the seesaw, sitting on one side of it and start feeling the excitement and pleasure gained by her mother’s help.

However, the fresh sensation and excitement disappeared right after five minutes passed, and the mother suggested to go home after checking on her smartphone with an unpleasant face.

This whole process does not even last for ten minutes, just like the pink creatures that do not last for more than a week.

What a pity. But this is life. Nothing stays forever. What remains is the moment of the first time, the first week, the first month, the first year……and eventually the last second.

In the end, memories will somehow fade away too and what remains is hundreds and hundreds of fallen Sakura.