Mori Ogai

Going back to my apartment again sounded paradoxically depressing, atypical for many people who long to find themselves in their warm apartment after a day of work. But for me, it was like that, after making one of the most important and difficult decisions in my life. Taking a deep breath, I exhale sharply and swing open the door. The apartment greets me with its gloom and semi-darkness. It was uncomfortable here, extremely uncomfortable. I would forget this damned place if I had somewhere else to go. And anyway, Dazai cannot feed on air and still needs food and warm food. And also my meticulous control and observation, there is no other way

"Dazai, I'm home"