It feels like everything's been decided in advance that I'm following a path somebody else has already mapped out for me. It doesn't matter how much I think things over, how much effort I put into it. In fact, the harder I try, the more I lose my sense of who I am. It's like my identity's an orbit that I've strayed far away from, and that really hurts. But more than that, it scares me. Just thinking about it makes me flinch.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it.

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

I try not to think about anything special while running. As a matter of fact, I usually run with my mind empty. However, when I run empty-minded, something naturally and abruptly crawls in sometime. That might become an idea that can help me with my writing.

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.