
laugh and cry
real shit right here
writing.translation.photo

laugh and cry
real shit right here
And on a more fun note, it’s easy to tell when translators start to freak out about some otaku topic when they suddenly start writing ‘mate’ instead of ‘meet’ and ‘grope’ instead of ‘group’ … I’m not even kidding. My co-worker had a lot of fun proofreading a text a while back.
I find it fascinating how many bitter videos there are on utube of people ‘disappointed in Japan’ after they came here and it wasn’t the fluffy otaku land they expected… I never knew

I can love strangers, without loving them romantically.
And then people come and say that that’s because I’m too screwed and just can’t love anyone romantically.
And then I say that as long as I can love at all, there is nothing too screwed about that.
the cliché I could never understand in ‘detective dramas’ –
spouses leaving them like they didn’t know about their profession when they were marrying them.
number of live cams of birds’ nests on utube is fascinating
and puppy cams
humanity is suffocating
I think that so often I’m tempted to put that on a t-shirt
a grain of wisdom from a commuter’s bag on Tokyo morning train:
(it likely has an author, but the bag didn’t disclose)
“Not everything that you face can be changed. But nothing can be changed until you face it.”
Can’t say I find art involving manipulated human bodies aesthetically pleasing or interesting in any way.
Whenever I get too tangled, too overwhelmed with everything that clings to me and tries to drown me, I tread back.
I may not have enough memories,… but I still have music I listened to 15 years ago. I have series I used to watch over and over, alone in the world.
I cling to the feeling of ‘back then’ that comes back with the old stories I re-read.
So I put them on the background and try to rewind my mind into that state in the past. When the air was clearer and my bones were lighter.
And, just maybe, then I’ll have enough clarity to deal with the present.
The mistakes I sometimes have to correct after translators often make me think that they do this on purpose… just to make my working day a little more fun )
I have a seriously bad relationship with time.
Bigger problems aside,
I feel like I need at very least there to be 60 hours in a day to not feel like I’m being dragged by my hair through the mud and can’t manage anything or catch up to anything. Or like, y’know, take a breath?
And it’s not like ‘slow’ was ever particularly an adjective to describe me… But I just really, really, can’t deal with how fast the time is flowing.
2-3 times a week I tend to have rather strange waking-up thoughts.
My favourite to this day is likely the “If you poke a vampire with a stick he will become dry and delicious” one, which I voiced to a friend who was waking me up after 4 hours of sleep many years ago.
Recently, I woke up with a thought about “whether a person who did not grow up with parental love (let’s define this parameter as ‘an ideal healthy family situation with 2 caring parents present’) can truly write from a perspective of a person who did not, and vice versa.”
I also dreamt about a discussion of responsibility of adults towards those around them vs. towards only themselves.
Can I please sleep without being so busy?

English-speaking internet once in a while likes to freak out about the Mario Karts on the streets of Tokyo thing, and those people actually literally ride around my house practically every day…
They also were sued by Nintendo, lost, and were officially banned… and yet I keep seeing them around.