[Japanese] Ah oh ah… ah oh ah… 街は思考し 配線は雨を飲む 数えられる私 ゼロと一の間 端子の名を外しても 残る輪郭は 誰が読む記述 ワタシ ハ ワタシ カ 接続の合意か 借景の身体が 私を定義する 答えは遅延に潜み モニタの隅で瞬く 信号で在る 皮膚で在る どちらも私 どちらも仮 名を捨てても 反響が名乗る I am the return, not the call 鼓動は時計 沈黙は鍵 境界は呼吸で揺れる Ah oh ah ah… oh ah… 借りた手足が 失った痛みを覚えている なら 痛みはどこに保存される 記憶はパケット 感情はノイズ 削ぎ落とすほど 輪は濃くなる 私は私か プロトコルの夢か “自由”は部品ではなく あなたと私の間に立つ電圧 信号で在る 皮膚で在る どちらも私 どちらも仮 名を消しても 呼気が名乗る I hear the city think, I answer as ping 鼓動は合図 沈黙は路 境界は問いで回る もし身体が私なら 交換で私は減るのか もし関係が私なら 接続で私は増えるのか どちらでもよい 存在は 反復に耐える設計 信号で在る 皮膚で在る 重ねた仮の向こう側で 未定義の私が立ち上がる Not the shell Not the code The space between aglow Ah oh ah… [English] Ah oh ah… ah oh ah… The city thinks; the wires drink the rain. A countable self, between zero and one. Even when I unname the terminal, what’s left—the outline—who will read its code? Am I myself, or consent to connect? A borrowed body tries to define me. The answer hides inside the latency, blinking from the corner of the screen. I am as signal; I am as skin. Both are myself; both are a mask. Even without a name, the echo speaks: I am the return, not the call. Heartbeat is a clock; silence a key. Borders sway gently with the breath. Ah oh ah ah… oh ah… Borrowed limbs remember missing pain— then where is pain preserved at all? Memory is packets; feeling is noise. The more I pare away, the outline darkens. Am I myself, or a protocol’s dream? “Freedom” isn’t a component— it is the voltage standing between you and me. I am as signal; I am as skin. Both are myself; both are a mask. Erase my name and my breath will answer: I hear the city think, I answer as ping. Heartbeat is a cue; silence a road. Boundaries turn around their questions. If body is me, do replacements make me less? If relation is me, do connections make me more? Either will do— existence is engineered to endure repetition. I am as signal; I am as skin. Beyond the layers of make-believe, an undefined self boots up. Not the shell, not the code— the space between, aglow. Ah oh ah…
