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“He was the one who taught me to talk with the world. To speak so that others could understand.”

“Starbucks set us free…”
“Wait, from what?”
“From life’s unwritten rules. Like, suck it up, deal with it. All that. Now you can go to Bucks… Enjoy a caramel macchiato…”

Still, I’m writing this in Japanese. It’s the best language I have for writing down my experiences (or the contents of my brain). No question. Language has its limits, but it’s all we’ve got. For understanding each other or misunderstanding each other or whatever. Besides, isn’t life all about limits?
At the end of the day, we’ve all got our limits. As living things, we’re bound to die.

Japanese language is nothing but lies. Or maybe just chaos. “What happens twice will happen again.” OK, I buy that. But how can that idea coexist with “Third time’s the charm”?
Farewell, mother tongue.