Diary

How can we prove that something is really happening right now—or that it truly happened in the past? We all rely on our senses and thoughts, generated in that small, wrinkled organ: the brain. But the brain can lie to us. In fact, it lies to us many times

While I was working on my second assignment—researching Facebook’s Terms of Service—I began thinking about interpretation. Especially in relation to myself. How can I say that I am here? Of course, I’m doing things—I produce by-products: carbon dioxide, dead skin cells, and even this writing.

I remember when the e-book boom began—many of my friends were worried that it would mark the end of paper books. As they predicted, I now see many people reading books and newspapers on Kindles or iPads. I’m not an expert in this field, so I can’t

For a long time, I was unable to write down my thoughts. This was because, after moving to a new place, I became overwhelmed by an influx of new ideas—so many that I eventually became fed up with them. When new ideas emerge in my life, I tend to

Today, I listened to the songs I used to love long ago. A flood of memories came rushing back. Happiness, sadness, even madness—these emotions didn’t come separately but as one tangled existence. The memories delivered pain, brutally at times, but I was also deeply grateful to have them.

I can still remember the first time I saw him in Japan. The memory is vague, but strangely clear—carved into my mind. It was the beginning of spring. He was reading a book, wearing a grey long sweater and carrying an olive-coloured backpack at Narita International Airport. The first

In retrospect, I realise I’ve always had a craving for something. The longing for toys I wasn’t allowed to have, the desire for someone who made my heart race endlessly. This relentless feeling controls me frighteningly well. It makes me anxious, sometimes even angry. The strange thing is,

Today, I finally slept for almost eight hours. It used to be normal for me to sleep ten hours a day, so I guess I'm slowly settling into my own rhythm again. Tonight’s dinner was Korean. I’m not always particularly fond of Korean food, mainly because