Yasuragi
Interest notes / Seeds of Semi-Sci-Fi Curiosity
Corners are disappearing from the world.
The pointed parts of tables and chairs get rounded off, and if they are still sharp, people stick on those silicone-like corner guards.
When I was a student, I played baseball and wore spike shoes.
Back then, the soles were packed with metal pieces for digging into the dirt. Now the number of metal spikes has gone down, and the missing parts are replaced with bumps made from synthetic material.
Children’s picture books are interesting too.
On blogs, I have seen people write things like, “I’m scared my child will hit their eye on the corner.”
I do not remember the name, but there was also a picture book made of triangles, something like “let’s touch triangles,” for toddlers learning shapes.
But even that, maybe so no one gets hurt, had rounded corners.
It was less a triangle than a rice ball.
Come to think of it, I have heard a story that when Steve Jobs made Mac OS, he hated screens full of corners like Windows, and had the engineers make a smooth, visually beautiful rounded-corner UI.
If even digital things, which have zero chance of physically stabbing the body, end up like that, maybe humans do not like corners very much.
...Or so I thought, but then on the internet, in illustration and such, there is also a genre of characters with jagged teeth, called giza-ba, teeth made of sharp little triangles like a shark’s.
There are also people who actually put holes all over their own bodies with piercings, or split their tongues vertically like snakes.
This has drifted a little from corners, but comedians and TV personalities are now also expected to make comments that do not “create corners.”
Apparently it is consideration for society, with words like “compliance” and “because some people may get hurt.”
But when I watch comedy shows from the time before compliance was shouted about so much, when today’s big names were in their prime, their manzai and variety shows did not just have corners. They used sharp tongues and violence all mixed together, and took the huge laughs with them.
Do the modern YouTube comment sections under those videos condemn the past?
No. In the end, not really.
“Way too violent lol”
“This would absolutely be impossible now”
“This is what it’s supposed to be”
“I want comedy shows like the old days again”
That kind of longing seems more common.
At the very least, the longing is dense enough not to lose to the criticism.
So maybe humans are like this:
when there are corners, we want to round them,
and when there are too many rounded corners, we want corners back.
With that in mind, I have one proposal.
How about adding one more indicator to the world?
Its name: kakudo.
At first I wanted to call it “kadodo,” and I thought of it and immediately laughed.
Because the word kakudo, “angle,” already exists.
So, kakudo it is.
For content and objects, we display the kakudo in advance.
“This comedy channel has a kakudo of 15°.”
If it says that, you can watch it knowing, all right, the sharp tongues and violence must be intense.
If it says 130°, it feels like a program that affirms everything and settles the room with safe, harmless phrasing.
In real life, it might be fun to have a building called Kado Mansion.
A kind of designer apartment building.
The chairs, tables, and other furniture have no roundness.
The faucets and toilet seats, all the parts that today are naturally rounded, are pure corners with no roundness at all.
Even the bathtub is all kado-kado.
Every room is a corner room... no, that is extra.
The tension would be incredible from the moment you wake up.
If a couple lived there, you could probably collect data like, “they fought about 9% more of the day.”
Kado Mansion would also have quality levels.
A corner sommelier who has passed the Corner Certification Exam would evaluate it:
“The position of this kitchen corner is good. If you injure yourself here, the blood will fall onto the floor and become a pattern. This is very deeply considered.”
Or:
“Because of this corner, objects do not stand properly. As a reverse reading of the phrase ‘to make corners stand,’ I would say there is some humor here.”
Then the rooms would be ranked.
I just suddenly remembered something.
If all corners become rounded, will that classic Japanese anime scene disappear too?
The one where,
“a girl in a hurry and a boy with a slice of toast in his mouth bump into each other at a street corner.”
With rounded corners, they would kind of see each other before bumping, right?
I wonder.
And the corner of the toast in his mouth—would it be untoasted and soft, so it is not dangerous?
Or would it already have changed into a koppepan, or a bagel?
Tarachine
Life logs / Transcript of a monologue
『The River’s Flow Is Natural』
An early-summer walk to work. While I look at a clear river and tall green weeds, the slightly shifted clothing of the woman ahead enters the same field of view. A record of walking without deciding what counts as natural and what does not.
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In the early summer of 2026, on a clear sunny day.
After getting off at the station nearest to my workplace, I walk for about fifteen minutes and arrive at the place where I work.
Along the way, there are houses, but not many restaurants or convenience stores. It is a fairly rural area, and there is even a decent-sized river running through it.
I spent a long time working in the city, so I actually like walking through this kind of greenery.
I walk along the river, cross a short bridge when I go over to the other side, and once I reach the opposite bank, I keep walking toward my workplace. It is a simple route.
Around that time, probably from April or so, she must have started working somewhere nearby. I had not seen her last year. I had not seen her through the winter. But now there is a woman who walks there every morning, always around the same time.
She is always walking ahead of me, so maybe she takes one train earlier than I do, or something like that. Anyway, I assume she leaves the station earlier than me and walks ahead.
She has a good figure, and in this season she carries a parasol. A frilled one. If I remember correctly, the outside is white and the inside is black. The outside of the parasol has pink frills, and she walks holding this cute-looking parasol.
She wears a white short-sleeved knit shirt. Some days she wears shoes that look like enamel leather, and other days she wears sporty, pure white sneakers. These sneakers do not look cheaply made. They look like the kind of shoes made for people who do exercise or fitness, or hiking, or running, something stylish but also functional, and probably relatively expensive.
On those days, she also wears something like mid-length high socks, the kind a cheerleader might wear, with a fairly thick-looking weave.
Maybe she exercises to keep her body in shape. Or maybe her job itself is something like teaching exercise. Yoga, or Pilates, or something like that.
And on that day, she was wearing a skirt.
I also noticed that she was holding a paper bag from Lululemon, a famous brand even I know.
And the skirt she was wearing had shifted diagonally to the right, slipping down to somewhere between her waist and her hips. Something that I think was Lululemon, an inner layer or pants or whatever it should be called, was showing, and in that state she was walking along the bank of that beautiful river.
That day, the river was calm, and the water was clean. It was clear.
It seemed the season had not yet come for someone to cut the weeds along the riverbank, and I liked looking at the long, strong green and yellow-green leaves growing there. While staring at them, from time to time, I looked at the Lululemon showing from her waist.
It was probably Lululemon. Probably a smooth, nice material.
That had backfired.
The river’s flow was natural.
I did not know whether I should think of her as unnatural, or whether, on the contrary, this too was some kind of nature.
Without reaching any conclusion, I arrived at work.
Bisho-An
Micro fictions / narrative works
Work: I Have an Announcement
The Work
Chat User A: I have an announcement to make.
Chat User B: What?
Chat User A: My girlfriend and I have been together for several years, and this month...
Chat User B: This month? No way?
Chat User A: This month, we will not be getting married.
Chat User B: That’s not something you tell me over chat.
Chat User A: It’s not something you tell someone by email either, is it?
Chat User B: I’ll buy you dinner sometime.
Chat User A: Can I call you now?
Chat User B: Let’s get dinner. Right now.
“For heavy news, the right medium matters less than having someone come see you now.”
Rinri
Soundscapes / auditory meditations
0:00 - 0:08:49:00
🎧 Track: CoffeeDripping
🧠 Field Note / Background
🗂 Technical Info
- Recorder: RODE Wireless PRO,ZOOM M2 MicTrak
- Format: 48kHz / 24bit / Stereo
🪶 Metadata
- Recorded: 20260706, Home
- Duration: 0:08:49:00
- Genre: ambient,lifestyle
- License: All Rights Reserved
Endnote / Reflection
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