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…
