You don’t want to do anything? How about your research? |
No one will want to read my paper anyway. |
What’s wrong? It’s not like you to play a victim. |
Not like me! What am I? |
You’re just Touko-san, Touko-san. |
I’ve been severed from society. I’m no longer connected. |
That’s not true. I’m connected to you. I’m connected to society. That’s why you’re connected, too. |
Something’s wrong with me, isn’t there? |
The times when I talk to you and the time I spend with everything else are separate. |
From your point of view, my life must be a contradiction. |
My point of view? |
From your point of view, this world doesn’t exist. |
No. That’s not true. I’m connected to this world. |
I can’t take it anymore. |
I can’t even stand this moment. |
That’s not all. |
My memories of tomorrow...the memories I’ll have in the future are in disarray. |
Is this a delusion caused by worrying? |
Am I experiencing something I shouldn’t be experiencing? |
That’s you, isn’t it? |
It is me! Because it is me! |
Wouldn’t you be better off if you were just being yourself? |
I can’t understand my sense of self from moment to moment! |
The judgment you have exactly at that moment is you, Touko-san. The rest is... |
The rest is... |
Ordinary data. |