miyuki kazuya/miyuki kazuya, daiya no ace
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I wanted to explain
myself to myself in an understandable way. I gave
shape to my fears and made excuses. I varied my
velocities, watched myselves sleep. Something's not
right about what I'm doing but i'm still doing it―
living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life
is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor
I would keep falling.


― richard siken, birds hover the trampled field