But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

I write to save someone's life, probably my own

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.