To Himekaidou Hatate.

Thank you for your letter. Reading it brought a lot of thoughts to my mind, but I can't seem to put them into words, so I must leave them out. Now that I think about it, I feel like I'm always doing that. Even though there's so much I want to say, I just can't find the words, and can only keep writing something more like a superficial template of a text. Maybe that's why I take photos. It lets me put what I want to say into pictures instead. That's where my feelings are found. There and nowhere else. Hmm. Got a little too poetic there.

Your letter seemed to have a lot of things you couldn't usually say, all flowing out so smoothly. It was almost like an apparition, but a pleasant one. I was very happy to receive it. I'm not writing back out of some sense of duty, but because I truly wanted to. You wrote out a lot of words, and that made me happy. Even more when I thought that they were all meant for me.

I've had a great time. That's why it makes me a bit sad that you've run out of envelopes. But, to make up for it, I'll start saying things with my mouth from now on. And if I can't, then I'll make them into photos. It made me truly happy when you called my pictures wonderful. Thank you.

No, I can't say this, can I...