Life Ceremony

I mean, normal is a type of madness, isn't it? I think it's just that the only madness society allows is called normal.

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.

I simply spoke in a way that I would be liked within whichever community I happened to be in. I responded to wherever I was in order to adapt to it. I was just like a robot.

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

If you had the intention to live a decent life, you could do so anywhere.

If they tried it, the memories of the wild rooted in their flesh would come back to them, and they would discover that eating the city like this would connect the earth between the gaps in the concrete and their own body.

Everyone always says that things like common sense or instinct or morals are carved in stone. But that’s not true- actually, they’re always changing.

Sanae lived in a trim little apartment building crammed into a small space in a major office district. As she walked in her high heels between the rows of buildings, she couldn’t shake the sensation that she, too, was one of these buildings.

We may be headed in a dangerous direction, but the vague conclusion seemed to be that we wouldn’t know unless we tried

We humans were only here for a moment, the time it takes to blink in the flow of time experienced by the big lump we call Earth. In that enormously long moment, we continued to evolve and transform. I was here in a momentary scene of the never-ending kaleidoscope

Normal is a type of madness, isn’t it? I think it’s just that the only madness society allows is called normal.

Sexual orientation is becoming much more diverse," she went on. "Is a man attracted to young girls going to get an erection with his thirty-five-year-old wife? Can a woman who only gets aroused by two-dimensional men have sex with a living three-dimensional man without pain?

Walking like this, feeling like a feral human, even machines and buildings were warm to the touch, and some emitted sounds and vibrations. Their presence was similar to the sounds emitted by life-forms in the forest

Dyed by the colors of the ever-changing world, I became part of the tint of this unique moment.

I mean, normal is a type of madness, isn’t it? I think it’s just that the only madness society allows is called normal.

She could see the reflection of light on the saliva inside the girl’s mouth when she sighed. Life-forms were a spring from which all kinds of fluids gushed forth. Saliva was one, and urine and blood and other liquids, and around them hung the rank smell of air permeated with the stench of inner organs that erupted from the mouth. Each of those things was totally lifeless when emitted by Sanae, however.

The seaside is great. Humans have lived by the ocean since ancient times, so our DNA responds to it fondly. That’s what he’d said at the time.

Nowadays, your partner is not necessarily a sex object - this is a wonderful advancement.

I'm seeking an amicable daily routine with someone I get along well with, like brother and sister, without being a slave to sex

Even though the physical body was the same, the type of alcohol had a different effect depending on the character.

Submerged in air full of sighs released from numerous mouths,

Summer is the season for kissing.

Our pleasure is ours, your pleasure is yours, we discover our own pleasure, and we don’t betray our own pleasure, we don’t betray our own bodies

This is exactly what I wanted to see today. Everyone thinks the food other people eat is disgusting, and that's the way it should be... How about a toast? To all our uniquely disgusting foods!

Do you think we’re weird?” He shook his head. “No, I don’t. I mean, normal is a type of madness, isn’t it? I think it’s just that the only madness society allows is called normal.

I really like Disneyland, you know.” “Ugh.” I screwed up my face. “I hate it.” “I thought so.” He chuckled. As always when he laughed, his small round eyes went all black and his long eyelashes fluttered. “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.