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April 15, 2015

Diary-T 235 I've come to talk with you again


Diary-T


Diary-T 235: I've come to talk with you again



Words & Artwork byKoichi Kuwabara




A few days ago, on YouTube,
I stumbled upon this song and felt it truly captured the present moment.

Since 3/11, so much has happened, yet
the fact that I and those around me are living as if nothing has occurred is frightening.
A sense of helplessness—that nothing will change and nothing can be done—seems to have enveloped this country.
Perhaps the way major media outlets report the news is spreading this atmosphere.
Social media, Twitter and Facebook, have become deeply ingrained in our daily lives, but
the circles or societies that form within them, tailored to our preferences?
What we feel within them, as I noted with "tailored to our preferences," seems to be
less about connecting with the world's truth and more about shutting it out.
I used to think that Japanese people with a creative mindset disliked insular communities, but perhaps I was mistaken. It might be my imagination, but when I look closely around me, it seems people are deliberately forming their own preferred communities. Since "preferred" implies excluding what is not preferred, it leads to preserving the existing world rather than fostering new encounters. I tend to accept everyone who comes my way, approving requests unless there's a significant reason not to. However, since I don't know most people, if I don't feel a connection the moment I read their post, I have no way to respond, making new encounters rare. On Twitter, I've had more new encounters. Of course, the existence of my program, PIRATE RADIO, might play a unique role. It's the specificity of people gathering for the show and sharing the night's theme (music selection). Starting with the joy of people listening to and liking the program, there's the pleasure of finding new relationships with people I meet there. I believe this holds more meaning than superficial friendships. I suspect there are more skillful ways to use Facebook, but for now, I don't know them.

Speaking of which, something happened recently.

I currently manage a network called mediaclubking and was looking for someone to help with its management. I'm still recruiting. An applicant came forward who was a music lover listening to my radio show. During the interview, I believe I conveyed the difficulties of media management, but they seemed bewildered by the gap between the created image and reality, and they left after a short period. Creating a positive image requires extraordinary effort, skill, and experience. This is a tragedy that can easily befall recipients who aspire to such an image. Without the ability to objectively see and understand one's own capabilities, dreams and hopes can instantly become victims. No matter how strongly I emphasize this during interviews, it has never truly been understood.
The more one tries to embrace fervent enthusiasm, the more this tragedy unfolds.

Simple jobs, or jobs that are a perfect fit for you,
fundamentally do not exist in this world.
The jobs that appear simple lead to deeper complexities and an endless descent into darkness. Those who endlessly search for the job that is a perfect fit for them will, unfortunately, never find it.
People who are clearly thriving, saying "This is the perfect job for me," have likely adapted themselves to the job, and over time, it has become the work they most want to do. It doesn't exist somewhere out there. There is no perfect job for you other than one you create yourself.
Although I may not have much credibility saying this,
isn't this true for marriage, romance, friendship, and love as well?
Moreover, I myself am still caught in the midst of this, so I am telling myself this.
And so, the film starring Sean Penn, "This Must Be the Place," featuring David Byrne's masterpiece song of the same name, shares a similar theme and is a must-see.
Remaining childlike no matter the age. It seems particularly common in this country, including myself.
And so, I am still waiting for someone to help me with my work. If you're interested, would you like to come talk?

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