It is only humans that are lonely in the desert.

Hiroshi Osada



Scattered hundreds of saguaro cactuses continue to stand majestically looking up at the sky and grow old quietly in the desert of Arizona, where there is no moving shadow anywhere except diffusing light. I want people also to live out their lives according to providence without framing a plot, decorating, becoming talkative, and worrying about loneliness or anxiety. From a poem “Aging Slowly” (from the collection of poetry “The World Is Beautiful”).


"November 12  2019

from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"