14/February/2023 in Tokyo
A week ago I visited this place
This was one of the places I had to pay a visit in Kyoto
Now it's just a street, and there is a train line above
But train line used to be on the ground and there was a railway crossing here
This is where Takano Etsuko killed herself by train in 1969
Realised an impossibility in this day and age, where it's filled with high connectivity & excessive self-consciousness
"How do I look like?"
"What impression do I give?"
Her diary wasn't for publication. After her death, her parents found a pile of diaries at her room
Probably now it's impossible to face a notebook at night alone & write about things with this level of honesty, innocence & purity