It’s an experimental docu-fiction of sorts, based on a true story of a suicide by starvation that took place in Japan. It narrates the journal entries of a dying man, as he withers away inside his tent in the middle of a forest and life recedes piecemeal from his body.
It was inspiring in a strange morbid way. I’m thinking of following it’s example when I finally fuck off to hell. The method is painful but there’s something cathartic about it that I can relate to.
First, it tests your resolve to spite at life when you still have a chance to walk back to society and food. Second, it’s a slow process with all the timne in the world to meditate without interruption on your wretched little wasted life in a detached manner, and who knows, might perhaps lead to a moment of clarity before the light goes out forever.
I’m thinking of buying a ‘hunger diary’ soon.