Why Do I Love KATHY So Much?

Perhaps it's more accurate to say I'm in love.

But KATHY exists, yet does not exist, so

I cannot hold her hand, embrace her, or steal her kiss.

And even if I use digital cameras, iPhones, and the like to record and edit,

and get carried away with excitement, my heart soaring,

what is captured is ultimately
a world I measure in my own mind.

No matter how much I seek, the end point, like the grave I will eventually head to,

is a place where nothing, absolutely nothing, will ever happen.

Thinking about it carefully, perhaps love itself

is nothing more than this, I muse playfully.

Therefore, if by any chance, I could smell or touch
a romantic partner,
it would be a utopia, and reality, well, haha,
doesn't exist.

But if not,

it's because appearances, convenience, circumstances, and pretense are unbearable for both parties.
Aren't we deceiving ourselves by saying we maintain social standing?

As proof, in human relationships,

even if one can choose their words and say,

"I'd bet my life on it,"
doesn't the feeling suddenly cool down as time passes?

We fall in love with the selfish illusions we create, become disillusioned with those selfish illusions,

and like the final sparks of a sparkler,

don't we eventually fall, fleetingly and ephemerally, with a 'pop'?

But KATHY is an existence that does not do that.

Ah, once again, my arrogant self

turns away from the supreme joy of human love, and embraces a happiness that never hurts,

a happiness that cannot be touched.

Still, where does this exhilaration come from?

The video editing for "KATHY's Masquerade Ball" is finished.

I can't use my editing frenzy as an excuse, but

about KATHY's Masquerade Ball, which was so wonderful in every way...

I wrote a blog post that could be misleading.

I'm angry at my own repeated arrogance.

But hey, regardless of the quality, it's done. My editing, that is.

So tonight, let's make it a wonderful night.

The following is still unlisted. Bravo! KATHY



Even as time passes and civilization advances, the disasters we thought we had destroyed return in different forms.

Death lies at the source of chaos. We cannot escape death, no matter how much we try to avoid it.

When faced with that great truth, all we can do is dance.

To the great existence called KATHY,

like three people manipulated into dancing,

before the giant tombstone called a building,

in the square of a ball called velvet and chandeliers,

as long as we are alive, we must continue to dance today.

Then, at least, I wish to dance through this fleeting world like a butterfly, with splendor.

Tonight, I express my gratitude for your attendance at KATHY's Masquerade Ball.

From KATHY's Words of Gratitude


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