fiction
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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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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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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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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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Personal writing #02
[原文英訳に続く] Yet another year has passed since I began writing. I would like to believe that the weight has lessened with time. Continue reading
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