Illustration
2021—09, NZ

snow floats effortless
as feathers fall gradually—
swept under a tree

Sunk into his seat, eyes rested—yet keenly present, he pondered his position amongst Fukurō-gumi and his ever-waning health. The responsibilities he would not be able to uphold, for the many under him. The responsibilities for his family, his children. The responsibilities to his nation he'd have to lay to rest.

To him the passing of time held weight, that what he was doing is important.