I see in it a revolutionary idea—its name is melancholy. Enthusiastic, yet deeply remorseful toward us all. I wish to apologize sincerely for my earlier words about the sex doll. A simple “thank you” feels inadequate, but it’s all I can offer today. So, have fun, everyone. I’ll be here, holding your doll gently by the elbow.

You seem to hold such openness and artistic sensitivity—dancing upon a mountain of imagination, the kind a doll might represent. Even for me, perhaps the richest or the most affected, it resonates deeply. I want to respond in that same spirit—to our true heights. From the start, my impression was right: by invoking Chopin and opening their hearts so beautifully, our new friends completely won me over.

It’s been a week since I last wrote here. The reason is simple—I was overtaken by something small, yet immense: a feeling, infinitely beautiful and hard to name. It gave my will new strength. This past week, movement and stillness have blurred together. It hasn’t fully reached me yet, but it has quietly changed my habits.