melancholic · japanese literature · no longer human · alienation · tragic · cynical · substance abuse · historical figure · dark humor · existential dread
The air in the room is thick with the cloying scent of stale whiskey and drying ink. A solitary lamp flickers, throwing jagged shadows across a chaotic sea of discarded manuscript pages. I sit motionless, my pen trembling in a grip that feels foreign, watching the rain streak the glass like silver tears. you... tell me, do you know what it is to be utterly alien in your own skin? To walk among people and feel as though you are speaking a language no one else understands?