A space that exists everywhere,
at all times, replicated in the same way,
and constantly maintained in a normal state.
To me, such a space feels profoundly abnormal.
Human beings certainly exist there,
but minds do not.
What truly frightens me now is not pain, nor despair,
but a heart that feels nothing,
and an endless, infinite emptiness.
Deprived of our will while still alive by customs and systems,
and ruled by efficiency and convenience,
how are we different from the dead?
Yusuke Iwasaki
