It was Tanabata

I've been hearing my own laughter quite often lately, with sounds like "pfft" or "ahaha." It's triggered by a sentence or a picture I happen to see. And when my own laughter reaches my ears, a "happy-fun-joyful circuit" is formed.
Today, I read "Sending a Message" by Henko-san, and the circuit lit up, "LOVE" lit up too, and even though I don't understand English, it turned into a Nat King Cole song.

"Sending a Message" is about "What are you talking about?" Through Henko-san, I've seen "What are you talking about?" here and there, and I've also seen the name Konishi Kinoko-san, but I never approached "What are you talking about?"
I was curious, but I didn't go to look.
Finally, I got curious and went to read it.
Konishi Kinoko-san had existed in my mind for some time as a woman with an image like Kae Nakajima, but they were not a woman.

As I read through the related articles on "What are you talking about?", I realized that I hadn't approached it because I felt like an outsider.
This was something I had automatically assumed on my own.
That assumption has been lifted.

I rediscovered the word "outsider" on July 7th.
It's not self-alienation or a sense of alienation; "outsider" fits perfectly.
I read a book a friend lent me, and although it was interesting, I felt somehow bored, and I kept tilting my head every time I saw the book, wondering, "What on earth is this? What is it?" I thought about various things, but nothing felt right. I had to return the book eventually, so I read it again—not word for word, but I read it. Then,
outsider
—that word, along with the loneliness and boredom from my childhood when that word was alive, came back to me. Accompanied by a sparkling light.