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lecturi/ citat(e) – 66

sympathy tower tokyo – rie qudan

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The Japanese capital’s new landmark, Sympathy Tower Tokyo, was built in order to enable sympathy and support for the unfortunate modern-day equivalents of Jean Valjean – and in a more concrete and proactive manner than mere words could ever achieve.
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It’s all just as Sara Machina – the tower’s legendary architect – intended. She has done a very good job of making anyone who sets foot inside immediately question whether it wasn’t, in fact, the outside world that was the real prison.

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‘Max, if you want my opinion, there isn’t all that much difference between being understood and being misunderstood.

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‘Fucking text? The Takt I used to know never used that sort of language.’ ‘I picked it up from Max. His mannerisms are super infectious. The guy’s basically a walking pathogen.’

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A vision of the tower’s future. I see it now, in all its boundlessness – and yet really it’s the most ordinary future imaginable. You wouldn’t need to be an architect or a designer of enormous buildings to predict it. It is a future in which Tōkyō-to Dōjō-tō has crumbled to the ground. It might take mere minutes or a hundred years, but the tower will fall. Sooner or later, all buildings do. It is a precondition of their creation, just as death is a precondition of our birth.

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septembrie – 30

2021:
indragostit de
atingerea frunzelor,
asfaltul-copac…

2022:
asfaltul-copac
intinzandu-si radacini
in seva toamnei…

2023:
in seva toamnei,
nectar de primavara.
gust de viitor.

2024:
gust de viitor:
caramelizatele
frunze de decor…

2025:
frunze de decor,
pentru colectionarii
de timp trecator.

2026:
de timp trecator
mi se-agata zilele…
oare stau sau trec?!…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 65

sympathy tower tokyo – rie qudan

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She talked and talked and talked, as if convinced that she lived in a house made entirely out of words and everything about herself could be explained in language; as if, driven by an unwavering sense of purpose, she had rejected the very possibility of leaving words unspoken, instead devoting each day to waxing and polishing the gleaming surfaces of her linguistic abode.
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It wasn’t a house of words she lived in: it was a prison. A windowless, poorly ventilated, unhygienic prison, where the guards monitored her every utterance.

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septembrie – 29

2021:
desi eluzive,
formele misterului
prind ceata in pumn…

2022:
prind ceata in pumn
ca pe o gargarita
vestind optimism…

2023:
vestind optimism,
incetosarea pleoapei –
imprastiere…

2024:
imprastiere:
plutind peste secole,
aceeasi ceata?!…

2025:
aceeasi ceata,
imbracand samuraii
din alte timpuri…

2026:
din alte timpuri,
rasuflarea padurii –
mereu proaspata…

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septembrie – 28

2021:
univers cubic –
o gravitatie in
flori de glicina…

2022:
flori de glicina –
arcade de culoare
inspre lumina…

2023:
inspre lumina:
a Privirii speranta
nepieritoare.

2024:
nepieritoare
magia armoniei –
culoare-parfum.

2025:
culoare-parfum:
prin tunelul in floare,
cate senzatii!…

2026:
cate senzatii! –
si privind inainte,
oamenii se trec…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 64

sympathy tower tokyo – rie qudan

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In other words, if you have managed to live a ‘clean’ life so far, you owe that purely to the privilege of your own happiness.

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All life born into this world, regardless of its circumstances, is equally precious. I want to see a world in which everyone is allotted an equal share of moments in which they can say to themselves, in all honesty, that they are glad to have been born. That is my one real wish.

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Hadid was known in some circles as the Queen of the Unbuilt – of projects that for whatever reason never made it off the drawing board, buildings destined to remain purely in the realm of the conceptual. Hadid was blessed with extraordinary talents, but her designs were so revolutionary that sometimes it was as though reality itself did not have the capacity to accommodate them.

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Once, I looked up the etymology of the word ‘trash’ on my phone and learned that one of its original meanings was ‘fallen leaves’. Ever since, that’s what my father’s been to me. I find it funny to imagine the guy budding from a branch, rustling in the wind, turning red and falling to the ground.

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 63

sympathy tower tokyo – rie qudan

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This I liked less – his tendency to mansplain things I hadn’t actually asked about. Was his smooth, polite facade really just an attempt to mask his greatest flaw – that he was, at heart, illiterate? For all his computational might, it seemed AI-built didn’t have the strength to face up to his own weakness. He’d become so used to stealing the words of others without repercussion that he felt no shame, had no awareness even, of his own ignorance.

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A lifestyle in which money and time were converted into physical and mental wellbeing rather than external validation.

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I had laughed at the absurdity of denigrating a building of the future for being too futuristic. As someone commented, weren’t Japanese people supposed to have a particularly keen appreciation for the passing of time?
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There was no question in my mind that Zaha Hadid’s National Stadium had to exist, that it had to become reality, and that its legacy could only ever be positive. Why? Because it was astonishingly beautiful. Hadid’s design had been chosen because only her stadium could supply Tokyo with the beauty it desperately needed. If it went unbuilt, the city would never be content. The stadium would be built because it had to be built; it would exist because it had to exist.

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Must. Should. The words, as firm as concrete, clanked and jolted within me. They were the sturdy columns and crossbeams I had erected to keep myself upright. I often spoke like this, using the language of will and obligation to put pressure on myself and those around me. I wanted to remove any unstable elements that had a chance, however remote, of causing the house I inhabited to collapse. If I used weaker materials – words like ‘maybe’ or ‘could’, as fragile as sand before it met cement – how could I expect to keep myself in one piece for the several decades I had left to live? It didn’t matter that they were just words, with no physical form of their own: if I didn’t strip them from my interior, they would render my foundations unstable. The whole structure would collapse in a second.

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cu cat citesc mai mult, cu atat cred mai intemeiat ca a meritat pe deplin premiul akutagawa, si imi imaginez membrii juriului zambind si minunandu-se “eeeh”tot mai mult, cu fiecare pagina…

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septembrie – 27

2021:
toamna joaca de-a
curcubeul efemer
chiar existenta…

2022:
chiar existenta
in nuantele frunzelor
se oglindeste.

2023:
se oglindeste
un nufar singuratic:
ecoul vietii…

2024:
ecoul vietii:
picaturi de ploaie se –
lovesc ritmic de…

2025:
lovesc ritmic de
culoarea frunzelor, un
pic asurzitor…

2026:
pic asurzitor
din vis inspre pamant; ca
o picatura…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 62

sympathy tower tokyo – rie qudan

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And yet the moment the Tower became ‘Sympathy Tower Tokyo’ it achieved a texture, a sort of sticky mucosity that I could feel adhering to the furrows of my brain.

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I felt a sudden, overwhelming desire for equations, for the rush of energy they’d supply. With equations, there was only one right answer. You didn’t have to put yourself in the shoes of each of the numbers and adjust the solution accordingly. I longed for the equality of numbers, the soothing universality of their language.

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I wouldn’t want to share a drink with whoever invented katakana. It wasn’t just the stark, straight lines of the characters, entirely devoid of beauty or pride; it was the audacity of their claim to be able to represent any language in the world while looking like they would fracture the instant you removed a single stroke.

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Still, there was something absurd about this insistence on ascribing imaginary sensations to words – on perceiving them as hard or soft, heavy or light – and then actually allowing them to hurt my feelings.

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un monolog delicious privind limba japoneza, kanji si katakana, in care sunt inserate subtilitati – unele cu gust amar – privind societatea, diferentele intre generatii si perceptia limbajului, si politicul…
si ulima bucata, cu iz de sinestezie – fascinatia, febletea si tanjirea mea…

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septembrie – 26

2021:
vaslind printre nori,
umbre si amurguri pe
muntele fuji…

2022:
muntele fuji –
regasire mistica:
un om si umbra-i…

2023:
un om si umbra-i:
plutitori printre zile,
gemeni pe viata…

2024:
gemeni pe viata:
si cerul si pamantul –
ce oglindire!

2025:
ce oglindire:
in lucirea lacului,
munte si omat!…

2026:
munte si omat:
pe fuji se poarta un –
farmec de gheața…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 61

exit 8 – genki kawamura

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‘The scariest thing,’ he went on, ‘is when you can’t prove it. Are there anomalies . . . or no anomalies . . . is there an Exit 8 . . . or is there not . . .’

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Was it a memory from the distant past? A glimpse of a faraway future? It felt like both. A nostalgic future.

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septembrie – 25

2021:
din departare,
vechiul templu rasufla
a promoroaca…

2022:
a promoroaca
umbra iernii ce vine,
in asteptare.

2023:
in asteptare,
la capatul treptelor,
mereu, succesul…

2024:
mereu, succesul
este linistea calma
a incercarii.

2025:
a incercarii
speranta reusitei –
incurajare.

2026:
incurajare:
impotriva frigului,
sa iti cultivi veri…

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septembrie – 24

2021:
in miez de iarna,
flacari si primavara;
viata traieste…

2022:
viata traieste
in incapatanarea
perspectivelor.

2023:
perspectivelor,
cu fiecare Arta,
cate un templu…

2024:
cate un templu:
fiecare fulg de nea,
un zeu nevazut.

2025:
un zeu nevazut,
topindu-se de dragul
unei atingeri…

2026:
unei atingeri,
asteptarea topita –
lava arzanda…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 60

exit 8 – genki kawamura

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‘Maybe we’re stuck here ’cause we did something bad. We were learning about it in school – Dante’s Divine Comedy? Purgatory’s like this place between heaven and hell, where sinners wait for judgement while suffering.’
Purgatory? What is she even talking about? Sounds like one of those swirling spiral tower drawings I’ve seen before. But in a Japanese underground passage? Come on. That’s too surreal even for this place.

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 59

exit 8 – genki kawamura

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One more piece of this strange underground puzzle had fallen into place. I turned the corner.

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Maybe we could finally change. Maybe we could finally break free from the loop we’d been stuck in and take our first step towards the future.

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septembrie – 23

2021:
intersectia
alegerilor noastre –
copacul vietii.

2022:
copacul vietii:
pe ramuri, plutitoare,
pagini zilnice.

2023:
pagini zilnice –
un jurnal in imagini
prinse cu priviri…

2024:
prinse cu priviri
de undite vrajite –
unduiri ce-au fost…

2025:
unduiri ce-au fost –
adierea frunzelor
devine cantec…

2026:
devine cantec
inserarea, precum un –
imn al zilei ce…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 58

exit 8 – genki kawamura

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I leaned in and read aloud: ‘Do not overlook any anomalies . . . If you find an anomaly, turn back immediately . . . If you do not find any anomalies, do not turn back . . . Go out through Exit 8.’

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septembrie – 22

2021:
toamna noua isi
da arama pe fata –
intensitate.

2022:
intensitate:
frunzele se tomnesc in
nuante lemnoase…

2023:
nuante lemnoase
baza unui parfum de
un vis nesfarsit…

2024:
un vis nesfarsit:
intinderea focului,
calmul parjolind…

2025:
calmul parjolind
ritmul unei furtuni ce
nu stie daca…

2026:
nu stie daca
va ploua sau ninge in –
gri sau aramiu…

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septembrie – 21

2021:
de otsukimi,
razele selenare
lucesc armonii

2022:
lucesc armonii
ce irump in juru-mi in
fire de stele…

2023:
fire de stele:
Luna tesand iile,
imbraca noaptea…

2024:
imbraca noaptea
ceea ce se dezbraca
in razele de…

2025:
in razele de
luna plina, poeme
de indragostiti…

2026:
de indragostiti
se indragosteste, din
cer, nori si stele…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 57

exit 8 – genki kawamura

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This novel is an adaptation of the film based on the original game by KOTAKE CREATE

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With every flick of my thumb, all kinds of images spilled out in a never-ending stream, appearing and disappearing in an instant. It all seemed random, but apparently this was content selected by AI, based on my viewing and search history. If that’s true, then maybe this endless feed of images is just a mirror of my soul.

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septembrie – 20

2021:
in nemiscarea
tacerii inverzite,
linii abstracte…

2022:
linii abstracte
se deseneaza pe cer
intr-un nou destin…

2023:
intr-un nou destin,
radacini ce tanjesc spre
seva soarelui.

2024:
seva soarelui:
frunzele luminoase
fosnesc a zambet.

2025:
fosnesc a zambet –
dansuri de foc in piatra
lampadarelor…

2026:
lampadarelor,
inchide-le lumina,
si tot stralucesc…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 56

the samurai detectives – shotaro ikenami / vol 3

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It was a small tablet made of sakura wood, inlaid with the aoi crest carved in silver: the three hollyhock leaves enclosed in a circle, which was the primary symbol of the Tokugawa Shogun and the shogunate.

Certain high officials of the shogunate called this tablet the ‘unquestionable token’. The holder of this token was allowed to enter the castle without naming themselves, even through the main gate.

It was also said that this ‘unquestionable token’ was managed by only two or three members of the council of roju. Which meant that only those who assumed the most extraordinary duties for the shogunate were allowed to carry it.

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septembrie – 19

2021:
poarta spre suflet –
yin-yang al culorilor
de primavara…

2022:
de primavara
poti sa te ascunzi, insa
cand regasirea…

2023:
cand regasirea
resculpteaza zambetul
candva impietrit…

2024:
candva impietrit,
sentimentul iubirii
infloreste-n flori…

2025:
infloreste-n flori,
bobocul de speranta,
sub roua inca…

2026:
sub roua inca,
petale ce isi ascund –
visele noptii…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 55

the samurai detectives – shotaro ikenami / vol 3

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The sky was a clear deep blue. When Kohei had crossed the bridge to the foot of the Matsuchiyama Shoden temple, a single swallow grazed his cheek and flew like an arrow towards the River Ohkawa. Gazing after it, Kohei murmured, ‘It’ll be summer soon …’

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‘Iori and Oteru are happy with it, so why not? The line between truth and falsehood is paper-thin. Wrap yourself in a layer of untruth and live an honest life – there’s nothing wrong in that.’

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ma relaxeaza aceasta – nu comuniune, as spune comuniunea sfarseste la un moment dat in acceptare si obisnuinta – sarbatorire a anotimpurilor – in mentalitate, traditii, vesminte, gastronomie, produse, stil de viata, existenta insasi…

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septembrie – 18

2021:
privire pictand
dâre de inmuguriri
si viata in roz…

2022:
si viata in roz
fluturandu-se duios,
fara lentile…

2023:
fara lentile,
amestec de emotii
stand a inflori.

2024:
stand a inflori,
bobite de soare ce
scapara visand.

2025:
scapara visand
speranta mugurilor
de inflorire…

2026:
de inflorire,
umbrela nu se teme, –
atunci cand ploua…