If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.

If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.

Write something every single day, even if it's just three lines. And it doesn't matter if it's any good - just write something every day.

Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right.

Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?

Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.

Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality