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One night googling some kyo-machiya, I stumbled upon an old tube introducing a book “In Praise of Shadows”. Soft shadow creation through translucency of shoji screen, weak glitters reflection by gold-painted dividers, adrift floatation of cloudy miso within a darkly black lacquered bowl, voyage across deliberately and purposefully in slow train and lower-classed cabin, all these are narrated in this book, a philosophic form of oriental beautification. I desire this orientality, and early before reading even unconsciously my values, creations, livings, and thinkings are already in this form. A gradually relaxed manner doesn’t mean disadvantageous to a swiftly and hasty mentality. Small and tiny subtlety becomes only discoverable and explorable in turtled paces.