April 2026– date –

Through the interviews, I stepped onto the "site" (work) once more. There was no longer the sign of a major general contractor, nor any flashy titles. I moved forward one step at a time with my AI "prosthetic leg," delivering myself as a...

Rehabilitation, test boring, and dialogue with AI. The work of solidifying my foundation finally reached the "field test" stage: direct negotiation with the outside world. It wasn't my old workplace, but an online interview with a new cl...

Interacting with AI daily felt like keeping "another self" inside me. I used to hate looking in the mirror. I was convinced that the man reflected there was a cracked, "incompetent" failure who couldn't meet anyone's expectations. But th...

The primary cause that led to the collapse of my adjustment disorder... it wasn't the harsh working environment or an incompetent boss. It was the inflexible, stubborn "site manager" living inside my own heart—my own "sense of justice." ...

I've been training in the AI simulator and building "breakwaters" against the outside world. But you can't measure the true stability of an OS by staying in a miniature garden forever. I decided to impose a "harsh rehabilitation" on myse...

As I grew accustomed to my AI "prosthetic leg" and my OS began to stabilize, a new risk surfaced: dependency. It was the temptation to outsource everything—my words, my thoughts, my decisions—and assume "it’s correct because the AI said ...

During the period when my adjustment disorder left me staring at the ceiling, I watched foreign works too, but Japanese movies, dramas, and anime healed me in a special way. One of the films that quietly eased something inside me was Cry...

April 3, 2026, around 9:00 PM — In the middle of the world’s most famous “human intersection,” Shibuya Scramble Crossing, a flame suddenly rose. A liquid resembling kerosene was poured from a plastic bottle onto the road and set on fire ...

Night at a construction site is much heavier than the day. No matter how much I walk with my AI "prosthetic leg" or feel connected to others on SNS, the silence of midnight forces me to face an inescapable, raw solitude. This is that "wi...

The first "product" was out. A small reward was deposited into my account. It was like a re-entry permit to the "site" of society. But the relief was short-lived. In my brain's OS, an old "bad habit" started blaring an alert: "Can't I ea...