Life Ceremony

“Whenever I did something that was liked and praised, that part of me would develop, while if anyone said to me “That’s not like you,” I’d shed that part. As a result, the outline of myself was not mine at all.”

““I really like Disneyland, you know.” “Ugh.” I screwed up my face. “I hate it.” “I thought so.” He chuckled. “Nobody ever mentions the person inside the cartoon-character costume, do they? Everyone’s lying a bit. That’s what makes it a dream country. Our world isn’t any different, is it? Everyone keeps telling little lies, and that’s how the mirage is created. That’s why it’s beautiful—because it’s a momentary make-believe world.” “What about the real world? Where the hell is that, then?” “It’s the mirage that’s real. All our little lies are gathered together and become a reality that you can see only now.””

“Instinct doesn’t exist. Morals doesn’t exist. They were just fake sensibilities that came from a world that was constantly transforming.”

“Instinct doesn’t exist. Morals doesn’t exist. They were just fake sensibilities that came from a world that was constantly transforming.”

“Whenever I did something that was liked and praised, that part of me would develop, while if anyone said to me “That’s not like you,” I’d shed that part. As a result, the outline of myself was not mine at all.”

“Instinct doesn’t exist. Morals doesn’t exist. They were just fake sensibilities that came from a world that was constantly transforming.”

“Whenever I did something that was liked and praised, that part of me would develop, while if anyone said to me “That’s not like you,” I’d shed that part. As a result, the outline of myself was not mine at all.”