Yuuho Kitajima

夢ゆめ

سفينة ثيسيوس — Wed, 20 May 2026 17:40:21 GMT

夢からお目覚め　宇宙飛行士？の選抜。

一次、めっちゃ面白い立体有機体無機体パズル、ねばりにねばったが時間切れでぜんぜん解けず。めっちゃ悔しい！！解法パターンがあるなと思った。かわいい小さい人と喋る、60人から40人はなんとか通った。めっちゃ受かりたい！！

山の斜面で土木作業。

二次、ヒントを貰い、俺はくすんだ鏡を見て顔の落書きに気づく、顔がなぜか膨らんでいる。友達もうっすら落書きされている。木の束から木をこすり合わせてめちゃ厄介なガラス質のトゲを取り除こうとする。それで突き刺されたらいやだから。前方にいる志願者たちに手の空いてるものは、木のトゲを取らないかと声をかけるも、木の束のトゲなんて、気にする必要もない雰囲気。そもそも協力する気はない模様。でっかいモニターを見るとGPT6.6n-2まで出てる。

目覚めながら、なんとか努力賞で通らないか、いや、今はAI使うのは当然中の当然だ…全方位撮影しながらだ…などと思う

よくできた夢

俺は小学生低学年から宇宙が好きで宇宙飛行士になりたかった

今日のClaudeでのサイト作成体験も相まって夢が構成されたのだろう。一番面白かったのは顔の落書き。今思えばムーンフェースだったのかも。

Joy by Douglas Harding

Sat, 09 May 2026 05:01:56 GMT

The cosmos is flooded to the brim

it is overflowing with radiant joy

all I have to do is to ask

for just as much as I want of it

ask and it shall be given to me

seek and I shall find

let me then ask as I now do

for a limitless and constant supply

I require it and intend to get it

and thank God already I’m getting it

endless cartloads of heavenly joy

世界

سفينة ثيسيوس — Tue, 28 Apr 2026 01:51:50 GMT

古巣に来た、すばらしい

当たり前のことを今さら大げさですね

سفينة ثيسيوس — Fri, 24 Apr 2026 07:27:00 GMT

1.ダグラス・ハーディングという人がいた。知っている人は知っているでしょう。イギリスの建築家で思想家に転じたのかな。

私には頭がないという。

わっかんねーな、とずっと思っていたが、去年の夜、ベッドに腰掛け自分の首から上がなくなったと思って意識をすませていると、ふっと、本当に頭だけ吹き消されたと感じた。

その感覚は数秒続き、それが4回くらいあった。廊下に歩き出ても、起きた。

私は驚き嬉しくなった。これはすごい体験をした！と。

2.体験は一時的なものである。初めがあり、終わりがある。そして、同じ体験とは二度とないものだ。

3.私は今、府中の森公園のベンチに座っている。頭部の感覚はもちろんあるが、目は、目だけは、まったく存在しないと断言できる。

世界のなんと澄み切っていることか！適切な言葉が見つからないが、この透明さが天上のものではないとは信じられない！

4.これからも私は頭のある人間というもの（ここには子どもたちも遊んでいるが）を死ぬまで見るのだろう。

土台

سفينة ثيسيوس — Wed, 22 Apr 2026 07:00:27 GMT

この世界の土台では核兵器が維持され軍事競争が続き国家が暴力を正当化し境界と所属で世界が切られ最終的には破壊力が担保になっている。

誰が内か外かを決める誰が従うかを決める誰から取るかを決める誰が痛みを多く負うかを決める誰が決定し、誰が死ぬかを分けるその状態を神話・法・記録・教育で自然化する。

境界を引く人を分ける序列化する内部から吸い上げる対外的な暴力能力を持つそれを継承・固定する。

World

سفينة ثيسيوس — Wed, 22 Apr 2026 00:16:42 GMT

I tend to fixate on beginnings and endings, but I have no interest in either.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Mon, 14 Jul 2025 01:44:46 GMT

I tend to fixate on beginnings and endings, but I have no interest in either. Living in this moment is the answer, so all I can do is spin words born from it. The lowest rung of life? Who can decide that? Yet, the born frog quietly grows, heartily eats its fill, and then embarks on its journey. Embarks on its journey. What's truly important—that's something each person decides for themselves. So I write this passage. While I'm writing, I feel like I'm flying. Is this the joy of creation? That's an unnecessary addendum, but since this very passage is full of such addendums, there's nothing to worry about. So, from beginning to end, let's celebrate this grand show—a show so lethally crowded you can't move—and put down my pen. Frogs change from tadpoles, but humans keep the same name their whole lives. The End.

The world is vast, you see, not small.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Sat, 12 Jul 2025 21:12:57 GMT

The world is vast, you see, not small. You yourself, you're just forgetting yourself. "Say it again," you ask, but will I not say it anymore? Though it'll be a repetition, I am the wind.Always blowing somewhere, heading somewhere.Small, large. The blue sky is what you see from Earth. The view from the furthest reaches of the universe is something else entirely. Did I tell you about the wedding? No, I haven't. That's fine then. I intend to keep that story in my heart until I die. Smooth music, a grand masquerade. "The rabbit among rabbits died today," my grandfather told me. I stood there until I grew cold, didn't I? Ah, how grateful I am. Can witnessing death truly warm my heart like this? Death is not an end, it's a beginning.

The end.

No title

Sat, 12 Jul 2025 21:11:59 GMT

What I wish for is granted now, and a cat that dies young doesn't know yesterday.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Fri, 11 Jul 2025 20:14:52 GMT

What I wish for is granted now, and a cat that dies young doesn't know yesterday. After that, even dogs don't know, and cows moo through the ages. Bye, and my brother, my mother, and I are separated, and today the sun is setting. Let's stop laughing now. Because there's no answer in searching for answers. It's fun to slide down a slope on a sled, but it would be troublesome if the hill were endless. I like Mont Blanc. Not the mountain, I mean the dessert. I've never even seen the mountain. And so, searching for unfailingly delicious things, I live today. I live. I live. Words are garbage. Is that a lie? I like silence. Is that a lie? Civet cats don't talk. They don't cry either. They don't speak of what's to come. Even if everything has ended in my consciousness, migratory birds cross the Tokyo sea without anything ever beginning. It's frustrating that I can't express it concretely, this abstract scent of the universe, to her whose face I can't even remember beyond that memory. The End.

No title

Fri, 11 Jul 2025 20:14:23 GMT

Floating in space, that's our souls, I thought in the darkness, dissatisfied with the calculated results spat out from there.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Fri, 11 Jul 2025 02:44:01 GMT

Floating in space, that's our souls, I thought in the darkness, dissatisfied with the calculated results spat out from there. What I'm thinking, only God knows, but even I have no idea what's in my own heart. Can you imagine a decrepit kangaroo? I sort of can, but that's because I've never really scrutinized a real one, and it's slightly different from imagining shapes that are neither circles nor triangles. The clock strikes half past three. Today and tomorrow aren't just modern concepts; if you have a sense of speed, you probably won't miss much. It's not a poem, and certainly not a novel. I'll wait in the classroom until the end of the universe. The End."

Whether you start small or big, the end will come.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Wed, 09 Jul 2025 22:59:57 GMT

Whether you start small or big, the end will come. It is not forever. Baby hippos are cute. They don't speak, but they tell you with their whole body that they are here now. Looking at tomorrow's sky, the shattered dice have been crying from the beginning. Wait, don't leave me. In the midst of joy and sorrow, my phone hangs in the air, the contents of my bottled tea are water, and the dove that repeatedly tells me only of his absence is no more. Go around, rhinoceros. Go around, one rhino at a time. I know I couldn't cry even if I wanted to, but the sight of an ant walking on my hand like this makes me want to. Oh, sky. Forget about the hippopotamus. There is no more tomorrow. Sky. To be born is the answer, and to die is the answer. That's why I made a promise not to go anywhere, here and now. The End

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It's not easy, I thought as I sniffed the matatabi.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Tue, 08 Jul 2025 21:38:38 GMT

It's not easy, I thought as I sniffed the matatabi. Because you can't ask anyone. You have to decide by yourself. But once you decide, the rest will flow like a stream. The music will go on, the ocean will come closer, but it doesn't matter. I'm just happy to be here, thankful to be here. I'm drunk. I'm drunk, right now. A cat came and took my matatabi in its mouth. You say you can't write anymore? No, I can write as much as I want. Maybe it's because it's a word salad, or maybe it's the power of music, or maybe it's because the scenery changes. Being alive equals writing. Do you want to live like that? No, I don't know, I don't know. The End

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This is how our dream began, and today it is quietly moving down the river.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Sat, 05 Jul 2025 02:08:01 GMT

This is how our dream began, and today it is quietly moving down the river. Is the sea here yet? A voice says, "Not yet. You never know what will happen. Let's keep moving forward, step by step, without stopping. The music is still playing. There are people dancing. It's us. Sound, sound, sound. It's just a bunch of talk. Thank God. No matter what happens, night comes, morning comes, and it's a repetitive story. But there are things that happen every day that don't repeat themselves, and we don't even realize it, and the days go by. Let's write, as long as the music lasts, as long as the power lasts, what are you all doing? A zebra will come along and say to us, "Hey, how are you doing? It's about time you called your friends. The End

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Let's keep quiet.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Thu, 03 Jul 2025 23:42:57 GMT

Let's keep quiet. Because that thing will come and go without us noticing. Wait, wait, wait. Who's coming? No, is that a person? No, it's not. It's spirit. It's spirit, like the world is with it. Isn't it in me to begin with? It is. But the more it absorbs, the more new things begin. That's what I thought, and the rat doesn't care about me and is about to burrow into the ground. Wait, what? Is this a mole? No, it's not a mole, it's a rat burrowing into the ground. How hard to imagine. And so the spirit story ends, the rat story ends, and the math lesson begins again. I must be in trouble because I have no idea. Still, the class has started. There is no going back. The end.

It started on a coconut.

سفينة ثيسيوس — Thu, 03 Jul 2025 07:21:46 GMT

It started on a coconut. I was sitting quietly when a girl came up to me. “May I sit here?” She said. The coconut was small, but there was enough room for at least one more person to sit next to me, so I said, "Sure. The two of us started talking about the Poincaré Conjecture. It is a difficult mathematical theorem. I don't understand this part, so I'll skip it. The two of them talked enthusiastically for a long time. They were talking about Pereliman and so on. Then a fox came along. Konkkon," the fox said. The girl said, “Kon-kon,” and the fox left, looking satisfied. I wonder what is coming this time. I don't know. I don't know, so I think this story will continue. The End