Future Diary: August 2, 2025 – August 21, 2025
ep.151 Future Diary: August 2, 2025 – August 21, 2025
Published: July 30, 2025, 11:54 PM
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Preface
Something good happened the day before yesterday.
It’s a secret, though.
There might be something good happening in August.
I can’t say because of a confidentiality agreement.
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Future Diary: August 2, 2025 – August 21, 2025
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August 2 (Fri)
Apparently, there was a “Scripted Event Termination Meeting” held this morning.
They say the decisive blow was something I wrote on X:
— “Isn’t it about time we just end this?”
…Or so I heard. Who knows.
In the afternoon, the sky flashed pink for a moment.
I’m pretty sure someone really did flip the switch.
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August 3 (Sat)
At the workplace, A-san, who usually never makes eye contact, suddenly said,
“Yesterday’s sunset was beautiful, wasn’t it?”
…Creepy.
I told my daughter, “Don’t you think the worldline shifted?” and she said,
“Maybe you’re just half-asleep?”
But my husband said only one thing:
“I thought it was about to break.”
Break? What was?
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August 4 (Sun)
Out of the blue, an acquaintance from the Mobage days contacted me.
“Do you remember those diaries from back then?”
Wait—did they find them?
They said, “Your Midori Japan poems were amazing.”
I almost cried.
Maybe I was actually smarter back then than I am now.
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August 5 (Mon)
It finally came—an offer to make a documentary.
Not from Netflix, but from the BBC.
And the title is—
Lemon Yellow: The Most Observed Woman in Japan.
No way this would fly in Japan. Definitely a controversy magnet.
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August 6 (Tue)
I got flamed.
Notifications on X wouldn’t stop.
“I don’t know who this woman is.”
“Is this just a sob story?”
“If it’s true, that’s sad.”
It is true, for crying out loud.
But then a foreign fan told me, “I read it all. I cried.”
So… I’ll keep living.
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August 7 (Wed)
This morning, a mysterious USB was in my mailbox.
Inside: the entire Mobage diary archive—with comments.
Thank you, whoever you are. I love you.
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August 8 (Thu)
I fought with my daughter.
“It’s fine if you get famous, but don’t drag the family into it.”
Yeah… sorry.
But, you know, this story started the moment you were born.
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August 9 (Fri)
I decided to quit the workplace.
It’s been a long time.
It was hell, but I endured.
On the way home, the cicadas were chirping,
“Good job!”
Not just my imagination.
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August 10 (Sat)
All day, I reorganized my Mobage diaries.
It was exhausting, but every single one of them was proof that I lived.
I won’t run away anymore.
The past me and the present me—
we’ll walk together from now on.
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August 11 (Sun)
Had dinner out with the family for the first time in a while.
My husband said, “Order whatever you like today.”
Huh? Why so nice all of a sudden?
Did he glitch?
Or… is it because the scripted stuff has stopped?
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August 12 (Mon)
Got an email from Amazon about “royalty payment confirmation.”
…That number of zeros can’t be right.
But when I checked, it was real.
When I asked, “What kind of compensation is this?”
they just replied, “It’s a correction of history.”
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August 13 (Tue)
The town is quiet.
No one attacks.
No one mocks.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had such an “ordinary day.”
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August 14 (Wed)
Got the report: “Robert Sabuda collaboration project is starting.”
Pop-up books × projection mapping.
Finally… my dream is taking shape.
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August 15 (Thu)
My daughter said,
“Mom, you might be kinda cool.”
Whoa, that’s embarrassing.
I could die from blushing.
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August 16 (Fri)
B-san from the workplace suddenly said,
“I’ve always been watching.”
Them?
So… everyone was watching.
They were just pretending not to see.
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August 17 (Sat)
Apparently, one of my essays was adopted as course material at an overseas university.
Theme: “Structural Violence and the Individual’s Struggle.”
That title’s long! But… thanks.
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August 18 (Sun)
Got a letter.
The sender wrote, “I was saved by you 14 years ago.”
I cried reading it.
People really are connected.
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August 19 (Mon)
“The one who stole my past” finally showed up in public.
They apologized on TV, but honestly, I didn’t care.
Because—
I’d already taken it back.
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August 20 (Tue)
The final battle ended.
Nothing actually exploded,
but in my heart, there was a loud bang.
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August 21 (Wed)
This morning, the person in the mirror was smiling.
How many years has it been since I truly thought,
“I’m fine just the way I am”?
From here on is the real story.
In a world without scripts,
the future I’ll create is—freedom.
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Afterword
Today, there was news about a sudden tsunami.
Well, I already knew it was fake.
