Canon's Diary
Action without thought is empty; thought without action is blind – Goethe
While living with schizophrenia, I move between Tokyo and Osaka. Through this journal, I hope to quietly share moments from my daily life—and memories from the journey I’ve taken with my illness.
Category: cooking
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My younger sister sent me a photo from my niece’s entrance ceremony at Waseda University.My mother and I replied with our congratulations.In the picture, my niece stood between her parents, giving a small, slightly shy peace sign. Lately, I’ve been thinking about my mother, who lives alone at our family home.Almost every day, I send…
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With each passing day, the warmth deepens, and the arrival of spring makes itself felt. Yet today, of all days—a long-awaited Saturday—the light morning drizzle had turned into steady rain by noon. I hurried to bring the laundry in from the balcony. By now, the cherry blossoms should have been in full bloom. As I…
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Every week is much the same. After working full days from Monday through Friday, I am completely worn out by Friday evening, and by the time I make it home, I collapse into a kind of quiet exhaustion. Yesterday was no different. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I bought a breaded egg cutlet bento…
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It was a clear and pleasant day.With each passing day, the air had been growing warmer, though a light coat still felt necessary when stepping outside. I woke in the morning and checked my phone.Eight hours and six minutes of sleep—uninterrupted, deep, and quietly restorative. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I took…
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It was a quiet morning. I had drawn the curtains tightly, so the room was dim and utterly still. Worn out from work, I wanted to give my body a proper rest, so I closed my eyes once more beneath the covers and took a deep breath. I could hear almost nothing—only, faintly, the sound…
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Monday, September 15, 2025. A cloudy sky. The air was pleasantly cool, and for the first time in weeks I turned off the air conditioner, opened the window, and let the outside breeze drift in. In Japan, today is Respect-for-the-Aged Day, a national holiday. The scaffolding that had long surrounded the exterior walls of my…
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Wednesday, September 10, 2025.Today, I was scheduled to visit a client in Toyosu, Tokyo, on a business trip. Dressed in a white shirt without a tie, I left Settsu-Tonda Station at 8 a.m., boarded the Shinkansen from Kyoto, and headed toward Shinagawa. Just yesterday, I had wrapped up a kickoff meeting with another client near…
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Saturday, September 6, 2025. The typhoon that had swept across Japan the day before left the Tokaido Shinkansen badly delayed. Having given up on returning to Tokyo yesterday, I boarded the Nozomi 116 this morning after taking a JR line into Kyoto. A white Nike cap pulled low over my eyes, a beige Uniqlo T-shirt,…
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Monday, September 1, 2025.After returning from work, I finished my dinner: grilled yellowtail, a few shumai dumplings, and a ham-and-egg rice bowl. Lately, I’ve been making a conscious effort to eat more fish, thinking about balance and health. Since I rarely cook it at home, I choose fish dishes at the company cafeteria whenever they…
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Saturday, August 30, 2025. For lunch, I had soba with cabbage, carrots, and pork. Lately, I’ve been drawn to soba made entirely from buckwheat flour. Its flavor is rich, its texture slightly dry at first, yet springy and chewy at the core. I also enjoy the simple pleasure of finishing the meal with soba-yu, the…
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