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The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
Nowadays, the sphere of the internet is vast. There is just about every category, every community, and every hashtag that one can find belonging to when scrolling through 10-second-long videos and small squares of pictures. I’m not one to critique this development in human evolution as I find a sense of serenity in losing myself… Continue reading
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Personal writing #05
Empty, white box. Nothing is here besides the two metallic, cold chairs. I find myself in this seat; I forget how I got here. I know that there is no outside. This is the world, and in the world, there is only you and me. Neither of us utters a word. I don’t remember you,… Continue reading
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The Great Wall of China, Franz Kafka
Kafka’s The Great Wall of China tells a story of the construction of the Great Wall through an anonymous narrator. The wall is built in small sections, gradually aiming to be merged later to build one, long, majestic protection against the nomads of the North. Continue reading
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The Sickness unto Death, Søren Kierkegaard
I was out of breath that day, climbing up six floors’ worth of stairs with uneven breaths. There is a very fortunate thing about being a university student, and it is that guidance is always offered to all that seek it out. This is why I’m often found on this floor, knocking on the doors… Continue reading
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Tazunebito, Osamu Dazai
If there is one thing my friends could tell you about me, it must be that I am not a fan of Dazai. I’d like to think I can be allowed to have this opinion, given that I’ve read his works the most, even more than Dostoevsky. Continue reading
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Prometheus Unbound, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Over the years, the nature of human beings continued to be debated over whether we are good or evil, whether it is learned or hereditary. Does intention matter? Does interpretation? Nevertheless, one thing is clear—we know nothing, yet we do everything. Continue reading
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White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky
November quickly flew by, and I’m starting to see Christmas-themed shops and posters all around the city. Being a university student is strange during this time; it feels as if it is still autumn, but the chill of the mornings reminds me of the changing elements. Continue reading
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A Love Story, Kan Kikuchi
Have you ever thought you’d fallen in love, just to realize it was the fictional concept of the person of your own making, that you’d fallen for? In the 21st century, this theme appears to be common in romance. There are countless short videos and podcasts liked and shared by many young people today that Continue reading
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Personal writing #03
Imitation flowers in Japanese, zōka, is a two-character word that means ‘create’ and ‘flower’ individually. I find the way it is written to be very pleasant; it has a harmonious beauty to it that ‘imitation’ does not. Continue reading
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