There is nothing here

*Japanese ver

I've walked this street a hundred times so far

But last Wednesday here,
suddenly, one line came to my mind;

"I arrived where there is nothing. No memories. Nothing"

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Actually this is the last line of
Mishima Yukio's final novel, which
he finished several hours before his suicide in 1970

"I arrived where there is nothing. No memories. Nothing"

This is true for me

Here in Krakow in Poland,
there is nothing for me

No connection with this place

I like this place very much
I'd like to come here as many times as possible

But fundamentally, between me & here
there is nothing