[This body is the place where evil virtues bloom]
Even if the night is lonely. The day is burning. ①
The souls of people struggling to survive are still ugly and beautiful.
This is the flower of evil virtue.
...
From start to finish. She is trying to love this world.
Anger, resentment, arrogance, contempt, hatred.
Cowardice and avoidance.
All are evil virtues.
A flower of decay blooming on an ugly body.
①Selected from Rimbaud.
"My eternal soul watches your heart, even though the night is lonely and the day burns."
—— Rimbaud "A Season in Hell"
I just suddenly thought of this sentence. I checked it out and liked it. Going to buy a copy and take a look. Those who are interested can also take a look.
The title comes from the evil virtues mentioned in Osamu Dazai's "The Clown's Flower".
Suddenly inspiration came.
Although the introduction is messy, it does not introduce the plot.
But this work is indeed like this now. She has nothing to lose.
I wasn't even thinking about the plot. It's just based on the fragments that flashed in my mind in recent days, with a vague emotion that I can't explain.
Feeling.
[It's time]
It's time to write a story.
I don't know if anyone is watching.
But it doesn't matter. She wrote to myself.
Will go back to school tomorrow.
I estimate it will take about two weeks.
Will go to a new environment.
There should then be a set time to write the story.
——2017.10.30
Ps. I feel emotional again when I write down the date.
This is already 2017.