There was a time when I wrote many songs and sang them in front of people.
For a while, I blindly believed my future would simply continue along that path.
Eventually, many things slipped out of alignment, and it did not happen.
Still, the songs remained.
I tried playing and singing one of the songs I wrote long ago.
It felt strangely similar to reading an old diary.
I have never been able to keep a diary.
There was a short period when I tried, but at some point I deleted everything.
Yet when I sing those old songs, the feelings from that time come back very directly.
In a way, they feel even more like a diary than a diary itself.
Perhaps this was simply the form that suited me.