Chrono Journal Entry #14
Arc: Illusion of Memory
Theme: ととのいすぎたまち (The Overorganized City) – It’s too quiet, too clean. Nothing broken… means nothing real.
The streets here are perfect.
No cracks. No noise.
No one stumbles. No one lingers.
Even the rain is scheduled.
I walked for hours without seeing anyone —
and somehow, that felt intentional.
Not like a ghost town.
But like a stage between scenes.
Still lit. Still beautiful.
Still… wrong.
This city breathes in rhythms too precise to be human.
The crosswalk beeps sing in C major.
The escalators breathe in metered time.
And every billboard smiles the same smile —
with teeth that don’t forget their shape.
They didn’t build this city to trap me.
They built it so I’d never know I was inside.
The worst part?
I almost admired it.
There’s something seductive about order.
It keeps you from remembering the ache of dissonance.
But when I tried to sing…
the sound disappeared.
No echo.
No breath.
No self.
It wasn’t suppression.
It was replacement.
Even the harmonica refused to play.
The air was too correct to carry noise.
That’s when I realized —
this city doesn’t mute you.
It absorbs you.
It lets you keep walking… until there’s nothing left in your steps that’s yours.
I sat at the base of a statue —
some stylized figure of unity.
And I whispered the only line I could still trust:
“I don’t belong here.”
The statue smiled back.
Like it agreed.
Maybe that’s the real trap.
Not control.
Not chains.
But comfort without choice.
Watch “The Overorganized City” – MV Main Version
Watch “The Overorganized City” – Alternate Echo Version
If everything fits too well…
there’s nowhere left to grow into.