the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough
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the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough
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The Diary Awaiting Oblivion (ENG)
the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough
while i was searching for a place to release these diaries—
names of countless websites appeared on the screen: dek-d, readawrite, joylada...
each had its own people, its own voice, its own rhythm that i might never truly fit into
even so, i thought i should try
as i kept scrolling through information, with too many thoughts drifting in my head,
i stumbled upon a small platform that still felt quiet
it was called plotteller
no loud promotions, no fame—
as if they hadn’t yet realized that attraction begins with the writers, not the readers
i watched many of the clips they had created over weeks and months
they worked with a sincerity so complete it felt as if it were the most important thing in their lives
i watched them for a long time
strange... nothing about them resembled me
not the way they told stories, not their tone,
not even what they wanted to do
everything was different, like we belonged to separate worlds
and yet, i saw something familiar in them—
not in what they were,
but in what they were trying to become
perhaps similarity never comes from form or sound,
but from the intention to leave behind a trace,
even knowing it will one day be swallowed by time
so i decided to leave these diaries there, and there alone
not because it is the best place,
but because i hope that quiet space might grow
perhaps the small thing i write and place there
will become just a tiny point on someone’s map,
or perhaps it will never be found at all...
but even so—
i will still leave it here,
in this corner of the world