When was the last time I opened my books? I can hardly remember. Anyway, I finally opened them this afternoon and even learnt a new Japanese lesson from みんなの日本語. I read A Farewell to Arms and The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Though sometimes I read the EPUBs of The Flatshare and All Quiet on the Western Front, the feeling a physical book brings is unique and irreplaceable. You don't have to adjust the brightness or the font, and you can feel where the text is. You don't have to worry that someone might disturb you, or that you might lose your place, and you can read in any posture you like because the pages are soft and give you a sense of intimacy.
— 26 May 2026
I finally cried so many days after that accident.
— 15 May 2026
I went to university after the holiday, one day later than the others because of my injury. Nothing seems to be real when I'm living away from home. From the local private high school to the university, as the distance increases, such an illusion grows stronger.
— 6 May 2026
There are always some moments that I hope will never ends. It can be an afternoon lying on the roof with my mother and listening to the radio, or a dawn watching the sunrise with friends. Though I clearly understand it is impossible, I tried to make such a moment happen again, and even regularly, but what I felt the first time never ever reappears.
— 2 May 2026
My classmate thought our professor who taught us Advanced Mathematics was terrible and sometimes sat outside the classroom to study on his own. Soon I began to do so. And later I found it peaceful to sit somewhere for a whole day, studying and writing something. It started at the study area outside the classroom and not long after I moved to the desk in the corridor, and now a window-side seat in the cafeteria where there is a socket for my laptop.
— 19 April 2026
Are you truly fond of cycling? Or is it just somewhere for you to escape from the awful university life and your stinking social relationships?
— 19 April 2026