Status Updates From Slow Boat

“He was the one who taught me to talk with the world. To speak so that others could understand.”

BRB crying 😭

“Starbucks set us free…”
“Wait, from what?”
“From life’s unwritten rules. Like, suck it up, deal with it. All that. Now you can go to Bucks… Enjoy a caramel macchiato…”

Still, I’m writing this in Japanese. It’s the best language I have for writing down my experiences (or the contents of my brain). No question. Language has its limits, but it’s all we’ve got. For understanding each other or misunderstanding each other or whatever. Besides, isn’t life all about limits?
At the end of the day, we’ve all got our limits. As living things, we’re bound to die.

Japanese language is nothing but lies. Or maybe just chaos. “What happens twice will happen again.” OK, I buy that. But how can that idea coexist with “Third time’s the charm”?
Farewell, mother tongue.

The boundary isn’t a border. But just because you don’t need a passport doesn’t mean you can up and leave whenever you like. This is where I was born, and it’s where I’m going to die.

Too real..

My first impression - how do I say it- seems to be quite amused by the fact on how tryingly poetive the character presents himself. I do like the aspect of dreams and their meaning, which he covered and might leave a greater trace along the complete story. Altough I gotta say - hmm so self centered and lost in his deep emotional cryings along at least 30 percent of those 23 pages read.