嗅
巨
窮 - Hard Up
Under a tiny roof, a Somebody huddled, feeling Hard Up, their legs cramped like they’d been kneeling through an Edo festival all day.
In their hands, a Bow sagged, strings loose from exhaustion, echoing the “ギュウ” of a squeezed attic under lantern light.
Every shadowed beam whispered Hard Up, as if the cramped tatami and muted drums outside were cheering them on to push through.
Even a stray festival paper lantern swayed above, casting golden light on the scene, turning this moment of Hard Up into a story of effort, confinement, and ultimate endurance.
