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About Osaka

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

"I am neither false nor fake. I am simply me." — Shinji Ikari, and the mother, madonna, whore...

So the point is that if Shinji really does have a madonna-whore complex then there are, as Lacan says, three 'times' in Shinji's oedipal drama.

But then, I see this stray cat. It’s just chilling, looking at me like I’m the weird one. I crouch down, and it sniffs my hand. I’m like, “Dude, we’re best friends now.” I name it “Neko” on the spot.

Daichiro Shinjo, a calligraphy artist seeking Zen amidst our existing chaos