• Joshua

    REALITY.

    August 14, 2025 - By 

    I’m sitting here, in the dark, thinking about everything. My life, my job, my future. It’s a blank screen. Maybe I should start over? But how? I’m just a guy, drifting in Tokyo. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Probably not, but I can hope. I’m going to sleep now. That’s the only thing I’m still good at.

  • Joshua

    DRIFTING.

    May 15, 2025 - By 

    I went for a walk today. Just to see if I could still walk. The city is too much, but the silence in my neighborhood is too heavy. I’m drifting through life. No goals, no passion. Just me, my vintage ties, and my growing collection of regret.

  • Joshua

    VOID.

    January 20, 2025 - By 

    I’m contemplating my life choices. Maybe I should have been a tailor? I have the style for it! But no, I chose this weird, digital purgatory. I’m a man out of time. Literally. I live like it’s 1955, and I work in a 2020s nightmare. What a mess.

  • Joshua

    REPETITION.

    November 5, 2024 - By 

    I’m doing the same things, day after day. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop of a broken video game. Does Biga Bosso ever change his shirt? Does my apartment ever get warmer? The answers are: no, and also, no. I’m just living for the weekend, and the weekend is just for sleeping.