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“We thought we were using reason to bring about a revolution in society, but all we really wanted was to feel that our lives weren't useless, that we had purpose, had value; we were each trying to find ourselves but instead we ended up finding an "us". The content of the things we said or did didn't really matter. What was important was the feeling of "us".”

Pink by Hoshino Tomoyuki: 5/5

“I'm an adult now. Give me another chance! When Naomi's sister had asked what he meant by ‘adult’ he replied that he could now state his beliefs without fear even as the world looked unkindly upon him, (…) even if it meant putting his body on the line and that he would put everything on the line to protect himself and his family.”

Pink by Hoshino Tomoyuki: 5/5

“Appalled at the utter immaturity of Pink's father, Naomi's sister had dumped him and kept Pink. It was like throwing away a box of sweets and keeping the prize that came with it.”

Pink by Hoshino Tomoyuki: 5/5

“Naomi was gripped with a sudden joy. This place was a living hell. No creatures were dead, but they felt closer to death than the dead. Assaulted by such unbearable conditions, they longed to fee their existence. (…) people longed to become anything but people. And so they all went crazy, failing and flopping, spinning and twirling. But wasn't it fun too? To spin, to twirl?”

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Pink by Hoshino Tomoyuki: 5/5

amei esta short story, deu-me muitas vibes de junji ito. retratou os tempos pós guerra da forma mais absurda possível mas sem perder o sentido.

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American Hijiki by Nosaka Akiyuki: 3/5

não gostei. demasiado longo. não me fez sentir nada. homem escroto vibes.

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UFO in Kushiro by Murakami Haruki: 4.5/5

“- That there's nothing inside me, I guess?
- Is it true?
- Could be, Komura said. I'm not sure, though. I may have nothing inside me, but what would something be?
- Yeah, really, come to think of it. What would something be?”

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UFO in Kushiro by Murakami Haruki: 4.5/5

“It's true,' he said. 'No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It's like your shadow. It follows you everywhere!”

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UFO in Kushiro by Murakami Haruki: 4.5/5

Não foi dos textos mais interessantes que li neste livro mas gostei. Crónica do Pássaro de Corda lowkey lowkey vibes. Final bastante Murakami. Compreendo que alguém que nunca tenha lido outras obras dele não ache muita piada.

“Then she realized - she had never had a choice. There is no way she could have chosen. Of course there wasn't. Makiko smiled faintly. (…) I will plant, she thought. She put her hand in the box. Fear appeared. Marguerite did not look away. She fixed her gaze on fear. Then she slowly planted it. She planted it neatly. Marguerite resolved: I do not have the
right to choose. But I can wait.”

“That is what her job had become. She didn't
plant slowly any more. Her heart sank when each new box arrived. She tried to deal with them as quickly as she could.”

“A coward, incapable of anything. Makiko cried. Makiko stood crying stupidly in the middle of
the garden.”

“As soon as a thought came out of the box,
the exact opposite thought would follow. (…) Marguerite was confused. Confused, she planted. She planted a broken cup. She planted a heart that could love nobody. She planted hatred. She planted anger. She planted, though she wanted to bury. She wanted to bury everything that came out of the box.”

“After all, the job was only planting. There were no performance targets. If she couldn't plant everything from the box one day, she could plant them the next. (…) And Marguerite planted each one slowly, so that she would not forget any of the wonderful objects, beautiful objects that came to her. Marguerite cherished everything that came out of the box. That above all was what made her happy.”

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Planting by Matsuda Aoko

“Basically, Marguerite was tired. She was tired of involvement with people, tired of working with people. But she didn't think she was yet tired of work itself. She wanted a job working alone, without having to speak to anyone. There had never been any jobs like that. But one week she found one - on a flimsy page in a small square-framed ad.”

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Planting by Matsuda Aoko: 3.5/5

eu acho que foi uma crítica ao capitalismo (???) é um 3.5 bom, o conceito foi giro mas são só 5 páginas.

Insects by seirai yūichi

“It's only when a person is truly present to us
that we feel the whole range of emotions. Hatred. Resentment. Irritation…”

Insects by seirai yūichi

“Are we being tested again? Does God still not trust us, even after all his time? Even though our ancestors were burnt at the stake for well faith? Why was the whole family destroyed like this? Why can't He believe in us, the way we believe in Him?”

Insects by seirai yūichi

“When they dropped the bomb, people rejected God and became one with the insects. That's what I think. For sixty years now I too have lived like an insect in fear and confusion.”

Insects by seirai yūichi

“He still lives on inside me, Holy Mother. In my heart, he's still alive.”

“-God is watching.
-No he isn't. There's no one there!
-Sasaki-san! How can you say that?'
-Anyone who lived through the war knows it. -You, too - you survived the atomic bomb, didn't you?
-We’re like your insects. Eat, mate, reproduce. Who live, who dies? It’s just luck, and that's all there is to it”

Insects by seirai yūichi

“'The grasshopper's in love, she would say. Why's that?' I would ask - even though I already knew the answer. 'Because he's always singing about his sweet-one, sweet-one, sweet-one!' she said with a laugh.”

Insects by seirai yūichi

“We may owe our lives to insects, yet we hardly ever stop to consider their little lives at all. I can't help feeling we're unforgivable in some ways.”

Insects by seirai yūichi

“Am I glad I survived, or would it have been better to have perished along with everyone else? I honestly can't say.”

Insects by Seirai Yūichi

“Without my glasses, everything is blurred. It's like being underwater. Most of the time, it doesn't bother me; I have seen enough of this world already.”

Insects by Seirai Yūichi

“A chain of prayers joins me to those people. We are all linked together like the beads on a rosary. It won't be long now before I take my place on the chain.

Insects by Seirai Yūichi

“Tell me, Holy Mother: why was I the only one who didn't die that day, buried under the rubble? (…) Why did my parents and my four brothers and sisters have to die? Did no one ask them the same question I was asked: 'Are you still alive?' If only a grasshopper or an ant or a tapeworm had been on hand to speak to them, maybe they, too, would have made it out alive.”

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Insects by Seirai Yūichi: 100000/5

“I am an old woman now, and I don't have much time left. But death, I feel, is still some distance away. My periods came to an end long ago, but a warm-blooded woman still lurks inside this decrepit body, threatening to come crawling to the surface.”

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Insects by Seirai Yūichi: 100000/5

“All around me were the faces of people crushed in the rubble. But my first emotion wasn't exactly sadness. The human world was over, I thought, and the world of the insects was about to take its place.”

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Insects by Seirai Yūichi: 100000/5

“Trembling, I saw with my own eyes the reality that insects and creepy-crawlies are ever; where around us: in the trees and bushes, under the eaves of houses, in the earth beneath our feet - and even inside our bodies.

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Insects by Seirai Yūichi: 100000/5

amei amei amei. amor, dor, perda, fé, guerra, humanidade, religião, felicidade, ciúme, pena, revolta, dos melhores textos que li na vida.