七十 (Text/Voice Post, Japanese)

[onikui_tengu]

[Voice]

"Oni yori haruka ni tsuyoi"...

"Stronger than any demon."

[BZZZZAP!] ...again? Isn't it enough that I'm thinking out loud so that others can hear me like this?

[He takes a deep breath, and then slowly lets it out in a sigh.] Fine. I don't normally ask questions like this, but I'll try it this time. As long as it will appease your little spies, or this stupid machine.

[Text]

I have been thinking about names, and how the nations here have human names. It was something that the one called China told me about some time ago.

Why must humans name everything? Nothing is real to you until you've named it, given it limits.

Why does something need to be named, and what does the name you've been given mean to you?

Comments

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

You can understand something just fine without ever knowing its name.

[kongeriget]

I'm the embodiment of a country, all the land, people, culture, history, plants, animals, ideas, and everything else that makes up the idea of a nation. But my body looks human, even if it ain't, my organs exist, even if they don't wear, and I don't age much, no matter how old I get. I know what my people are thinking, but I have to obey my bosses, even when I don't agree. I'm not even really sure what "I" is. Where I stop being a representative and start having opinions. A long time ago I'd kill people, but now that's against the law. I used to kill Christians, but now I am one. I have to listen to Germany, even though I kind of hate him, not because I want to, or because my boss wants to, or anyone in my country wants me to, but because he invaded me and somehow owns me. Whenever there's a war, it hurts, and my body parts are different landmasses and cities and things. I don't know how that works, but I just know that Århus is my hand and Copenhagen is my heart, and North Schleswig is somewhere in my leg.

But calling myself "Preben Kierkegaard" is way easier for most humans.