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Tsukushi, internally: Oh god, they're all looking at me, say something!
Tsukushi: [starts clapping]
Tsukushi, internally: That's not saying something, that's doing something. SAY SOMETHING!
Tsukushi: Clapping.
Tsukushi, internally: Atta boy.
Ranpo: *sighs*
Dazai: You bored?
Ranpo: Yeah.
Dazai: Wanna start drama for no reason?
Ranpo:
Ranpo: Yeah, why not?
Akutagawa: It's hard out here for a baby faced demon
Chuuya: If there's a 'heavens no' and a 'hell yes', why isn't there a 'purgatory maybe'?
Dazai: PURGHAPS.
Chuuya: OH MY GOD!
Dazai: Ever since I could remember, my biggest passion has always been repression.
I will go on living. The long days and nights that have passed, since I long for them so much like this, somehow I have no self-assurance.
Yet as long as I go on living, since after all to persevere is my nature, so it is I feel myself to be a pitiable thing.
When I think about it, since after all I will persevere, sometimes I long for the old days, then somehow I will get along.
When I consider, it’s easy. In the end it’s a question of will. I must muddle through. As long as I do that, it’s all right,
- Nakahara Chūya, “Innocent Song” from The Poems of Nakahara Chūya
This blue-dark enormous room— how could this be my lungs? in it sulking elementary schoolteachers carrying on a grudgy conference for four hours already pump the pump on its part makes rackety noise arms and legs I don’t even know where they are none of these things seems mine anymore except it’s me who manages to think like this damn it! thinking’s just thinking how the hell do you know it’s you? well then do you mean I don’t exist…. oh shit! don’t start that now
Ah that please don’t say that tonight please don’t say that tonight please with my lungs half burnt up barely barely I exhale carbonic acid and welcome a little bit of oxygen how could I decide it now ah that is something healthy ten years’ thinking can’t grasp if the bomb bursts snow-white in my head the fierce heat that boils up there and the bad gas that freezes the blood no longer will I be able either to spew out or to wash away
- Miyazawa Kenji, “Pneumonia” from Miyazawa Kenji: Selections
Fyodor: When life seems dangerous and unmanageable, just remember that it is, and you can't survive forever.
Dazai: Everything I like is either expensive, illegal or won't text me back.
Night dew and wind mingle desolately, pine and willow go black, the sky fills with dark petals of karma. I have recorded the names of gods, and shiver violently, cold.
- Miyazawa Kenji, “Night Dew” from Miyazawa Kenji: Selections
Dazai to Atsushi: Now you’re a responsible person, so I will leave the car to you and if I come back and it’s still there, I’ll give you a cookie
Dazai: But if I come back and the car isn’t here, well, I’ll give you a cookie anyway because I love you
Atsushi: I'm so broke I can't even pay attention...
Ubukata: We’re out of coffee.
Yuki: I hid it. It’s been two days since you last slept and you need some rest.
Ubukata: Bold of you to assume it’s only been two days.
Atsushi: Are you still sleeping, Dazai-san?
Dazai: No, I'm training to die.
“My song having lost its voice, I lived in in idleness in Tokyo for a while, and then, quietly, I began to write something - not a song, but as it were a ‘murmur of life’; thus I was little by little led by my work to realize how my writing should proceed. ‘Guess this is about the sort of thing…’ -in this way I picked up a little something like confidence…”
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Dazai Osamu, “I Can Speak”
“Pain: a night of submission, a morning of resignation. Is this life a mere effort at resignation? An endurance of wretchedness? Day after day, my youth is thus gnawed away; and happiness - I have found it in wretched quarters.”
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Dazai Osamu, “I Can Speak”
“What is the meaning of that peace we experience in the midst of deep darkness? ‘I am hidden from the eyes of everyone’ - ‘I have become one with the vast night’ - is that what this feeling is?”
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Kajii Motojirō, “A Picture Scroll of Darkness” from “Kajii Motojirō, Poet of Darkness”
