ROJIURA CHEMISTRY

I don't recall being embraced by a winter wind, but these lyrics just came to mind.

Had I been seeking you since that day?
Or were you seeking me?
※You = Magic words

I will write a review.
I first encountered the "Nan no Hanashi Desu Ka" (What are you talking about?) newsletter around the time of the first issue.

Reading this article, I felt something like a single ray of light.
It seemed interesting somehow. I wondered if even someone who has been here for three years feels this way. Was meeting here some kind of guidance? Looking back now, it might have been a cry from a back alley. I felt like I heard it faintly.
I immediately tried adding these words to an article I was hesitant to publish. I wasn't confident, so I wrote it quietly without using tags.
As expected of magic words, I felt the article itself became somewhat more interesting. I felt excited.

The next day arrived. I was spending it normally, as usual.
Then, I received a comment. I was surprised. Because it was from Konishi Kinoko-san herself.
I felt like I had been found during a game of hide-and-seek. But since hide-and-seek is a game played with the premise of being found, perhaps I had been sending telepathy saying I wanted to be found. Saying, "I'm here."

I was stunned, and I completely fell for it right there. Or rather, before I knew it, I had fallen. A pitfall? Love? A back alley? Where? I assume everyone reading this article already knows, so I won't mention it.
I don't even know if that place truly exists.

I felt like I had been properly accepted. That it was okay to just be myself. Even if it was vague, or unfinished, when I threw the ball asking "What are you talking about?", Konishi Kinoko-san would catch it, no matter what kind of ball it was, even if it flew in a strange direction, even if it broke someone's window, or even if it fell into a garden and wasn't found right away. This sense of security was a first since I started note.

I believe that the reason it spread like this is because of these kinds of interactions. Because the person writing the article is a human being. Those thoughts and feelings, strange people and people who are like sweets (okashi) talking about strange stories (okashi). The reaction inevitably spreads. It starts to crackle and pop here and there.

Is there anyone around you who can say something like this? There isn't for me.
There is only resolve. There is only respect.
It's like the development from Kinnikuman's "I don't need your excuses" to "I don't understand the meaning of the words, but it's an incredibly confident statement." It's cool.
Note: I do understand the meaning of the words properly.

Along with the words "What are you talking about?", I felt like I was sending a love letter. It's not so much the magic of the words, but perhaps the magic of Konishi Kinoko-san. Regardless, I was drawn in.
The answer is this. It's passionate. I was convinced that this outcome was inevitable.

I am nothing more than a tiny dot, but I believe that if many gather, and if we keep going, something will take shape. Even if we don't know "what we are talking about," if we are all having fun, I feel like people will call to other people, like "That shop seems busy," "Oh, there's a line here," "I wonder if it's delicious," "I'm curious," "Maybe I'll jump on the bandwagon."

The shops in the back alleys are often the most popular and bustling, aren't they? You find a shop that feels like your own, stop by occasionally, and before you know it, you're a regular. Someone happens to sit next to you, you become friends, and then you start going every day just to see them. Do you want to go to the shop, or do you want to see your friends? Either way is fine. Because even adults want to play. Seriously. I have a feeling that things will continue to connect like lines in that way.

I believe that writing what I can only write now and enjoying it will serve as a baton for what comes next.

If it weren't for those words, I might not be here anymore. It's a story where I feel like I dragged others in, or perhaps I was the one dragged in. Either way, I'm glad I'm here and that I've been able to stay. From the moment we met, it's all been like a flash before my eyes. (Am I dying? Me?)
Lastly, here are my thoughts on trying to hold on.

Here, I'm sinking in.

What are you talking about?