On October 15, I tried to make a journey of the writing something about "Picnic" by myself, considering the side stories, such as the picnic among the rich in UK in the 19 century, Pan-European Picnic in Sopron, Hungary, 1989 that leads to the fall of the Berlin Wall and the political meetings called picnic that has taken place at cafe in France around the era of the French Revolution, also trying to re-think deeply our frequent picnic that takes place in Kyoto. It was really tough and in the end I realized that the writing could not stop as well as picnicking. so I think we should not think what it is and control how we do. Every time might be beautiful and silly, and in the ambiguity our picnic could be good.. i guess