In a gentle way, you can shake the world.
“I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it’s a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce.”
"It’s a clever lettuce, then."
"Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it’s a lettuce?"
"Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked.
"Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.”
"この 美しき残酷な世界では まだ生きていること「何故」と問うばかりで… 嗚呼ボクたちは この強さ 弱さで 何を護るのだろう もう理性など 無いならば"
This is me whenever anybody asks me to do anything ever. This is me whenever work calls and wants me to come in. Hello friends, meet me.