Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"Once you’ve tasted pure, unadulterated love, it’s like a part of your heart’s been irradiated, burned out, in a sense. Particularly when that love, for whatever reason, is suddenly severed. For the person involved, that sort of love is both the supreme happiness and a curse."-The City and Its Uncertain Walls by Haruki Murakami Haruki... Continue Reading →
"Listen, Kazu. Everyone says that humans are equal, but we don’t all get the same chances in life. You know that, don’t you? You’re a big boy in fifth grade. Some people are born healthy, and others are born with illnesses and disabilities. There are beautiful people who get adored by everyone, and people of... Continue Reading →
"Why does the night have to be so beautiful?As I walk through the night, I remember what Mitsutsuka said to me. 'Because at night, only half the world remains.' I count the lights. All the lights of the night. The red light at the intersection, trembling as if wet, even though it isn't raining. Streetlight... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 