Even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whol...
Premonitions are coincidences waiting to happen.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
I don't know why I keep asking you these questions. It's not like I expect you to answer, and even if you did answer, how would I know? But maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe when I ask you a question l...
I don't hate anybody.
When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder.
Jinsei no Itami,
Otaku (おた) is also a formal way of saying you. た means house, and with the honorific お, it literally means your honorable house, implying that you are less of a person and more of a place, fixed i...
Like a small boat adrift in the fog, she caught glimpses during patches when the mist cleared of a world far away, in which everything was changing.
What is the half-life of information?
Shiki fu i ku, ku fu i shiki.70
Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories.
How much can you really trust the promise of a suicidal farther?
People have always heard voices. Sometimes they're called shamans, sometimes they're called mad, and sometimes they're called fiction writers. I always feel lucky that I live in a culture where fictio...
Jiko: Surfer, wave, same thing.That's just stupid, I said. A surfer's a person. A wave is a wave. How can they be the same?Jiko looked out across the ocean to where the water met the sky. A wave is...
For the time being, the entire earth and the boundless sky.
By changing our history and our memory, they try to erase all our shame.
The way you write ronin is 浪人 with the character for wave and the character for person, which is pretty much how I feel, like a little wave person, floating around on the stormy sea of life.
You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.
This diary will tell the real life story of my great-grandmother Yasutani Jiko. She was a nun and a novelist and New Woman7 of the Taisho era.8 She was also an anarchist and a feminist who had plenty...