tsuritama has so much style
whoever did the art direction for this gets a big +1.
Urban Zakapa // 커피를 마시고 (Main Version)
I am sick of myself.
If I could only be destroyed completely and remade again, as a new being, I would not lament the linearity of time and the irrevocability of our actions.
But I have, haven’t I? I am, aren’t I? Always, eternally, now as then and from today to forever? Is it not because I, while a new being, one with new purpose in life, fell away from my salvation, and remained the same since then? Is it not because of my own mistakes, throwing away my second chances one after another, that I deserve no salvation now? Is there saving grace still?
But I have not found it.
But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.