Feb. 17th, 2013

kasihya: [snowy field with trees] (winter)
I spent Valentine's Day running around campus and the adjacent woods with two friends. At one point we were in a classroom drawing on the chalkboard and I wrote a short story because I love writing in Japanese on chalkboards. It flows well.

昔々子供の時俺様は神じゃなかった。あなたのような人間の子供だった。でも生き過ぎておじいさんになった。俺様の子供は自分の子供が生まれ俺様は死においた。幸せだった。

でも死なかった。

生き過ぎた。今、神になった。寂しい。

終わり

There are a couple of spelling errors and I couldn't quite get the essay-style right. Oh well.

Roughly translated:

Long, long ago, when I was a child, I was not a god. I was a human child like you. But I kept on living, and became an old man. My children had their own children, and I prepared myself to die. I was happy.

But I did not die.

I continued to live. Now, I am a god, and I am lonely.

End


I don't know, I read it to my friends, and they thought it was good, so I like it.

~**~

Unrelated, I just bought Gay Pride and Prejudice off Amazon for a ridiculous amount of money because it is literally the only place to buy a physical copy of the book. Yikes. But judging from the preview, it looks like it'll be a fun book to read, and I'm dying for queer Regency romance. I just hope that it's got Bingley and Darcy as a couple. That would be lovely.