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: Father
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Yesterday, I must have fallen asleep in bed without even realizing it. I hadn’t taken a shower.On the table sits a half-finished glass of whisky, its fizz gone flat.My eyes seem swollen.It’s now 6:30 in the morning. I take a small sip from the glass on the table.Once again, tears begin to well up. Today…
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On the morning of May 11th, after finishing breakfast, I did some laundry under the clear skies. While I was at it, the floor mat I had ordered arrived. With all the furniture finally in place, the floor mat was the last piece. So, I moved the TV stand, the table, and the cupboard out…
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On the evening of April 30th, after dinner, my father said, “I’m going to the city hospital for a bit.” He had been running a slight fever for a few days, and although we were keeping an eye on it, it seemed his condition was worsening. The signs had been there for some time, but…
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