End

I wanted to write something about "the end" in case suddenly disappeared of me.

Anything can happen in life. When the hard and bad times exceed a certain level, there is no room for music in life. In such slow-developing situations, I'll probably write that I won't be around anymore.

But there can also be sudden situations. A sudden accident, various disasters can happen to us, such as dying in earthquakes, which happen a lot in our country because nobody does their job properly.

If something like that happens to me, that means I'm no longer here with my body, but somehow I will continue to live in the moments when our minds are synchronized. I would like to think that these vibrations will always exist in some corner (or dimension) of the universe. Maybe it's just a dream, but it's a sweet dream for "the end".

As I said before:

"That's the purpose of music. This is how it prepares us for existence and extinction.

With vibrations, we can open up to all possibilities in this way in accordance with our building blocks."

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Edit: I wrote the text above on February 23, 2023. I am adding this note on January 28, 2026.

The idea of a dreamy ending—on one hand saying it prepares you for extinction, and on the other hand being afraid of disappearing. You might think this is a kind of self-contradiction, but the story isn’t exactly like that. Let me try to explain.

First of all, your presence on NINJAM is anonymous. Even if you somehow show yourself during broadcasts, your profile page or content here has little to no real-world counterpart, and the likelihood of it having one is very low.

The music you make here is the same way: licensed under CC 2.5 and open to all non-commercial use. In a sense, you give up ownership of the content.

It’s like a different dimension of dissolving into absence before dying—both as a human being and as a musician. Thinking that what is done here might one day become popular is honestly quite absurd; there never was such potential, and there never will be.

And yet, within all of this, there is still beauty. To remain—in the minds of people who understand this beauty—as those who gracefully crossed the boundary of absence while still alive, is deeply comforting.

Being able to truly understand and put just this much into practice is what really matters.

A small note, like a scream from within times where ownership and consumption are glorified…

I just wish a few more people had been able to realize this, and that I didn’t feel so alone about it. That’s my only sadness. I hope that, in time, this wish will also come true, and I’ll be able to leave without looking back.