Reflections on existence and future through the “Voices of the Lost Authors” project.
https://linktr.ee/voicesofthelostauthors
He was a man who kept a tiger beneath his reason.
He didn’t shout or preach—he simply touched the pain of being human with quiet depth.
I’m drawn to his way of living inside the question, never rushing toward an answer.
He was a man who kept a tiger beneath his reason.
He didn’t shout or preach—he simply touched the pain of being human with quiet depth.
I’m drawn to his way of living inside the question, never rushing toward an answer.
a tragic, powerful novel on the Hiroshima bombing.
But before that, Ibuse was a quiet master of small absurdities, gentle laughter, and lives barely holding together.
To know him only by Black Rain is to see the moon without its shadows.
a tragic, powerful novel on the Hiroshima bombing.
But before that, Ibuse was a quiet master of small absurdities, gentle laughter, and lives barely holding together.
To know him only by Black Rain is to see the moon without its shadows.
It’s truly inspiring to see literature used to support hospice care.
Wishing you continued creativity and kindness from Japan.
It’s truly inspiring to see literature used to support hospice care.
Wishing you continued creativity and kindness from Japan.
exploring CRISPR gene editing through the lens of modernist perception, biological symmetry, and the mechanization of selfhood.
exploring CRISPR gene editing through the lens of modernist perception, biological symmetry, and the mechanization of selfhood.