四畳半神話大系 / Yojouhan Shinwa Taikei

There is nothing more boring than telling a story of successful love.

“A god, my dear fellow. I am a god”, he waved his finger at me with an amused expression. “My name is Kamotaketsunuminokami.”
“C-come again?”
“Kamotaketsunomimokamo… Kamotaketsunuminokami, is it. Don’t make me say it again, I’ll bite my tongue.”

A world where I could go to Neko ramen in the middle of the night. To me, that was Paradise.

The majority of our sufferings in life result from the dreams of others.

With great power comes great responsibility. We humans are only capable of controlling spaces no larger than 4.5 tatamis, and those greedy beings who hunger for more would be met by some fearsome insurrection from some corner of their room – that was what I asserted.

“It’s because cutting up and eating a big castella like this all by your lonesome is the very depths of isolation. I want you to fully feel how lonely you are.”