Reflections on existence and future through the “Voices of the Lost Authors” project.
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“Too stupid.” “Clueless trash.” “Leave Japan already.”
Words fly like knives. Everyone slashes.
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Japanese lets the moment decide.
Between them lies a world of silence.
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Japanese lets the moment decide.
Between them lies a world of silence.
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“Too stupid.” “Clueless trash.” “Leave Japan already.”
Words fly like knives. Everyone slashes.
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“Too stupid.” “Clueless trash.” “Leave Japan already.”
Words fly like knives. Everyone slashes.
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– Questioning the Realities of Renewable Energy and Nuclear Fusion
The Illusion of the Ideal Energy Source
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– Questioning the Realities of Renewable Energy and Nuclear Fusion
The Illusion of the Ideal Energy Source
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Nakahara Chuya would remind us: sometimes the greatest ache is not loneliness, but being misread in the crowd.
Nakahara Chuya would remind us: sometimes the greatest ache is not loneliness, but being misread in the crowd.
Creating in total silence is tough. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just not good at self-promotion, or if I’m not cut out for social media at all.
Creating in total silence is tough. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just not good at self-promotion, or if I’m not cut out for social media at all.
But Dazai, Mishima, and Sōseki
have started speaking.
Not through me.
But around me.
I’m just trying to listen well.
But Dazai, Mishima, and Sōseki
have started speaking.
Not through me.
But around me.
I’m just trying to listen well.
But if Dazai Osamu were here,
he might quietly whisper:
“I hate myself.
That’s why I want to be loved.
But surely, that makes me unlovable.”
He didn’t survive by loving himself.
He survived by hiding well.
But if Dazai Osamu were here,
he might quietly whisper:
“I hate myself.
That’s why I want to be loved.
But surely, that makes me unlovable.”
He didn’t survive by loving himself.
He survived by hiding well.
“Winners wake up at 5am.”
While society chants these mantras,
Natsume Sōseki once wrote:
“Until you understand yourself, nothing truly begins.”
In an era where confusion travels faster than change,
who still dares to chase the ghost called ‘self’?
“Winners wake up at 5am.”
While society chants these mantras,
Natsume Sōseki once wrote:
“Until you understand yourself, nothing truly begins.”
In an era where confusion travels faster than change,
who still dares to chase the ghost called ‘self’?
If Atsushi Nakajima Spoke About AI-Generated Art
“Can a soul be simulated, or only performed?”
A fictional monologue in the voice of Atsushi Nakajima, wandering the twilight between the question of what creates and the haunting doubt of who suffers.
If Atsushi Nakajima Spoke About AI-Generated Art
“Can a soul be simulated, or only performed?”
A fictional monologue in the voice of Atsushi Nakajima, wandering the twilight between the question of what creates and the haunting doubt of who suffers.
He writes so quietly, so plainly — yet his words cling to you long after you’ve turned the page.
He doesn’t describe emotions. He paints landscapes, and somehow, you feel everything.
If Akutagawa is light, Ibuse is shadow.
He writes so quietly, so plainly — yet his words cling to you long after you’ve turned the page.
He doesn’t describe emotions. He paints landscapes, and somehow, you feel everything.
If Akutagawa is light, Ibuse is shadow.
Beauty and heresy, eros and myth, death and transformation—
Is there any other reading experience that pulls you in not with righteousness, but with sheer strangeness?
Beauty and heresy, eros and myth, death and transformation—
Is there any other reading experience that pulls you in not with righteousness, but with sheer strangeness?
A fictional monologue in the voice of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa,
exploring space debris through the lens of erotic decay, celestial vanity, and technological residue.
A fictional monologue in the voice of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa,
exploring space debris through the lens of erotic decay, celestial vanity, and technological residue.
For him, it wouldn’t be “transformation,” but quiet negotiation.
A fictional monologue inspired by Showa literature
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For him, it wouldn’t be “transformation,” but quiet negotiation.
A fictional monologue inspired by Showa literature
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#Osamudazai
If Natsume Sōseki Spoke About 10 Ways to Live Without Wearing Yourself Down
“Progress is a form of discomfort.”
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If Natsume Sōseki Spoke About 10 Ways to Live Without Wearing Yourself Down
“Progress is a form of discomfort.”
Read it here → www.patreon.com/posts/voices...
I started a publication to explore that very question.
“Voices of the Lost Authors” is now live on Medium.
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I started a publication to explore that very question.
“Voices of the Lost Authors” is now live on Medium.
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If Yasunari Kawabata spoke about digital loneliness—
a fragile silence, masked as connection.
Reflective, minimal, and quietly devastating.
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If Yasunari Kawabata spoke about digital loneliness—
a fragile silence, masked as connection.
Reflective, minimal, and quietly devastating.
Read the full piece: medium.com/@sprout6729/...
#Kawabata #DigitalLoneliness #AI #VoicesOfTheLostAuthors
If Natsume Soseki spoke about digital loneliness,
he wouldn’t rage, nor lament—
he would quietly observe:
“Solitude, when mistaken for connection, deepens the silence.”
Read A Solitude Mistaken for Connection on Medium:
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If Natsume Soseki spoke about digital loneliness,
he wouldn’t rage, nor lament—
he would quietly observe:
“Solitude, when mistaken for connection, deepens the silence.”
Read A Solitude Mistaken for Connection on Medium:
medium.com/@sprout6729/...