“Tsugaru” – Dazai Osamu’s masterpiece
Ah, it is truly unbearable. This world we live in—how did it become so suffocating, yet so slovenly, like the unsettling smile of an aging lady who has applied far too much powder? I sit here at my de […]
Ah, it is truly unbearable. This world we live in—how did it become so suffocating, yet so slovenly, like the unsettling smile of an aging lady who has applied far too much powder? I sit here at my de […]
Oh, goodness, what a truly extraordinary thing it is. In this world, there exist certain feverish presences that one simply cannot avoid. I wonder, do you happen to know the true nature of such a thin […]
Greetings. In this world of ours, so blunt and crude that it feels as if people walk about purposefully trampling roadside dandelions with their heavy military boots, I wonder if you, too, are still l […]
Ah, truly, why is this world so clamorous, yet at the same time, so unfathomably lonely? Don’t you think so, too? Just stop for a moment and gaze at your own shadow. There, you will find a strange voi […]
Hey there, you. Won’t you sit there for a moment and listen to my trivial, yet world-shakingly important story? Outside, it is raining cats and dogs. It’s as if the heavens have overturned a mas […]
Oh, no, you must not. Please, do not stand there with such a furrowed brow, looking as though you’ve shouldered all the misfortunes of this weary world. You resemble a philosopher staring at a single […]
Oh, look at you, staring at me with such wide eyes! Whatever is the matter? Do I sound like I’m mimicking someone? No, don’t say a word. I can see right through to the bottom of your heart, as c […]
Sakai Hoitsu was a man so vividly, almost frustratingly, sophisticated that he might leave someone like you feeling utterly bewildered. To a backwoodsman like me, one who is useless whether boiled or […]
Oh, dear me, what a thing to contemplate! Is it truly possible for “purity” to exist in this world, rolled out before us in such a cruelly naked state? Tell me, are you familiar with a man […]
Kitagawa Utamaro. Just uttering the name somehow stains the air of the room with the faint scent of white face powder, or perhaps makes one feel as if their fingertips have brushed against a piece of […]