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		<title>Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter01 02</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;74.129.134.1: /* ／2 */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;===／2===&lt;br /&gt;
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On the night at the end of August, I decided to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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The air is a bit cold for the end of a summer. The last train has already left and the town is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#039;s cold, quiet and old, just like a dead city. Even the passing people seem cold and artificial like photos. It reminded me of an incurable disease.&lt;br /&gt;
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... Disease, illness, sickening.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything, the dim houses, the illuminated convenience stores... everything seemed as if it would crumble if it let its guard down.&lt;br /&gt;
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In it all, the moon shines through the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this world where everything is lifeless, it seems like the moon is the only thing alive, and it hurts my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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... That&#039;s what I mean by sickening&lt;br /&gt;
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When I left the house, I put on a black leather jacket over my light blue kimono.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kimono gets trapped inside the jacket and burns my body.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it&#039;s still not hot... no, rather...&lt;br /&gt;
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For me, it was never cold to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;----&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt; Even though it&#039;s midnight, if you walk, you see some people.&lt;br /&gt;
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A man hurrying down the street with his face down.&lt;br /&gt;
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A young man pondering in front of a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people hanging out in front of the convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to figure out what reasons they had for being there, but I never did figure it out, being just an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;
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First of all, there was no meaning behind me walking by myself out late at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;m just repeating what I used to do before.&lt;br /&gt;
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... Two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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I, Ryougi Shiki, was about to head up to my second year in high school when I got in an accident. I was carried straight to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard that my body didn&#039;t get any serious wounds, but the damage was concentrated on my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since then, I was in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because my body was uninjured, the hospital kept me alive, and my meaningless body also tried to live on.&lt;br /&gt;
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And finally, about two months ago, Ryougi Shiki recovered.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess the doctors were shocked - it was as if a corpse had come back to life. I see, that tells me how much they expected my recovery.&lt;br /&gt;
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And myself too, I was shocked for another reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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My memory before my waking up is a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;
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To put it simply, I cannot trust the memories I have.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is different from memory disorder, or rather what people usually call amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to Tohko, memory is composed of four systems that the brain operates: writing, saving, replaying, and recognizing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Writing&amp;quot; is to take what you see and to write it into your brain as information.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Saving&amp;quot; is to keep that information stored.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Replaying&amp;quot; is to recall the stored information. In other words, remembering.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Recognizing&amp;quot; is to confirm that the information recalled is the same as the event that actually occurred.&lt;br /&gt;
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If one cannot perform any one of these processes, one has a memory disorder. Of course, depending on which system is dysfunctional, the case of memory disorder will vary.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in my case, all these functions are working properly. I can&#039;t really feel my previous memories as my own, but the function of &amp;quot;recognizing&amp;quot; is working properly as I can tell that the memory is indeed the same as what I&#039;ve experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;
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But still, I could not be confident about my previous self. I could not feel that I am who I was.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if I do remember my memory as Ryougi Shiki, I can only recognize the memory as someone else&#039;s. Even though there&#039;s no doubt that I&#039;m Ryougi Shiki.&lt;br /&gt;
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The two years of emptiness has reduced Ryougi Shiki into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike what society thinks, it has caused what&#039;s inside of me to crumble into nothing. My memory and the personality I should have had... the connection was utterly destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that being the case, my memory became nothing but an image.&lt;br /&gt;
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But because of that image, I am able to act like I used to. I can communicate with the people I knew and my parents as the Ryougi Shiki they knew, but without any concern for my real feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest, that troubles me so much that I can almost not stand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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...... It&#039;s just mimicry&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m not living at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just like a newborn baby. I don&#039;t know anything and I haven&#039;t experienced anything. But the memory of the past eighteen years has made me into a complete human.&lt;br /&gt;
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I already have the emotions people originally learn from experiencing many events as my memory. But I have not actually experienced them. But even if I wanted to experience them, I already know about them. There is no amazement, no feeling of being alive. &lt;br /&gt;
... Just like being unable to be surprised by a magic trick which you already know.&lt;br /&gt;
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And just like that, I continue to act like I used to without feeling that I&#039;m alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason is simple.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because if I do so, I might be able to return to my previous self.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because if I act like that, I might figure out the reason why I take these walks late at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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... Oh, I see.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then you could say that I am in love with my previous self.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;text-align:center&amp;quot;&amp;gt;◇&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking up after noticing that I have walked a long way, I find out that I am in the office district.&lt;br /&gt;
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Buildings of the same height are standing side-by-side along the road in a well-mannered fashion. The surface of the buildings is filled with glass windows, and they are only reflecting the moonlight right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the darkness, the large mirrors created by the buildings are reflecting each others&#039; figures hazily.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#039;s a quiet night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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The group of buildings by the main street is like a world of shadows in which monsters roam around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deep in it, there is a shadow taller than the rest. That building, like a twenty-story-high ladder, looked like a tower reaching for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
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The name of the tower is Fujiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are no lights on in the mansion called the Fujiyoh building. The residents are probably all asleep. Probably because it&#039;s already almost two in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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At that instant, an uninteresting shadow caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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A silhouette of a girl floats into my vision. Not metaphorically, the girl is literally floating.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is no wind.&lt;br /&gt;
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The coldness in the air is abnormal for summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bone in my nape creaks from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, it&#039;s just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I see. So you&#039;re here today too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#039;t like it, but nothing can be done about what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;
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And like that, the girl we were talking about was flying as if she were lying on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
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