Harune Sato

A boy and a girl draw pictures on the wall with sticks made of black fish. One day a blue fish drifts ashore to them.

A mix of life tales in modern Japan where fate is predicted by your name and a fingerplay song. Are the members of this society playing into the hands of some higher being or are they living the life of impermanence?

This story is about a place long ago, before birth and before death, that everyone knows and no one knows.

No doubt negative enery is going to accumulate in my body today, tomorrow and the day after. When that happens, I'll have my own way of release.

Mimi is fed up with her pathetic self. One day she walks along looking at the ground like usual when she notices a suspicious flyer.

Things are kind of crappy right now. In Japanese, we say "hanakuso (nose snot)" instead of crap, though. Here's a dose of hope and giggles.

A boy and a girl draw pictures on the wall with sticks made of black fish. One day a blue fish drifts ashore to them.

This story is about a place long ago, before birth and before death, that everyone knows and no one knows.