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: hospital
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Saturday, May 24. I left my family home in Tokyo and boarded a bullet train bound for Osaka. Nozomi No. 391, departing Shin-Yokohama at 2:29 p.m., arrived about five minutes late. Feeling drained, I closed my eyes and sat still. I could hear the train slicing through the wind. The subtle vibrations pulsed through my…
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I woke up this morning and brushed my teeth.Expecting another busy day ahead, I had two slices of toast for breakfast to keep my energy up.There are still many items left on the list my father titled “Things to Do When Hidero Dies”, but taking them one by one, they aren’t all that difficult.Leaving behind…
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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 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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