Approximately one more year remains in Germany. Most of the time, I try my very best not to think of the inevitable fact. I just let time pass by, focusing on the daily routines that do not seem to possess that much significance. But some cups of coffee and some train rides and some ordinary…
“What have I done?” She wakes up, feeling the huge pang of regret. This is certainly not about hangover. This is not about one-night stand, either. She wishes things were simpler like that. She has gotten over those sorts of craziness when she was twenty-three. Really. The dazzling summer sunlight that enters her bedroom window does…
When I was a teenager, there was the period that I thought it was for the best if I ended my own life. I was afraid of people, responsibilities, future: practically everything. I thought the world would be better off without me. I stopped eating for months and cried endlessly because of my own despair…
Today is one of the rare days I don’t have to work. I slowly sip a big mug of coffee for breakfast, reading random newspaper articles on the Internet in Japanese. I clean the bathroom, take some bio trash out and walk to the station to mail some documents off to my tax accountant’s office…
Here I confess: I can’t write. For a long time, I do suffer. Two mugs of coffee later, still a blank page on my iPad screen. In my head, dead boring words. Frustration growing- this ain’t me. Work and responsibilities- emotions blocked by rationality. Me- 31 years old. Innocence reduced- so darn stable. The background…
I simply feel terrible. I launched this website last September with the countless amount of positive energy. I was so motivated to write. And I accomplished nothing I wanted last year. I was completely tied up with work and studying German and failed to invest time in this website. However, despite all of those huge…
It is the escape from your reality, It is the cure of your mind, It is the reward addressed to you Until the short hand of the clock makes a circle. No need to drink, No need to eat, No talk, No argument, Just- Let your eyes closed, Let your mouth breathe, Let your heart…
It was a summer day in August where the concrete of the road reflected the heat of the dazzling sunlight. It was a busy day in Tokyo, where the mass amount of people constantly walked with hasty steps and disappeared into and appeared from buildings. On a such day in a such place, this girl,…
Read more The Modern Tokyo Version of the Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen
When the yellow-whitish-haired angels were about to sleep on the warm blue carpet, the outside world was already surrounded by the cold darkness. It was the snow-colored February, their birthday, their a-day old. Sniffing the smell of the brand new world mixed with bitterness and sweetness, their curious brown noses searched for the milky scent…
I assume a majority of the readers of my website here speak English as your first language. And, you probably had no troubles dealing with it in your daily life when you were young. Or perhaps, some of you might be from those countries such as the Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg, whose educational systems are…
