I am not “awakened.” I am just awake to my unawakened self.
Akira is as mundane as it gets. He is unsatisfied with life as it is. He wants to earn a paycheck for his prose, and buy a little house in Oregon.
We wants to care for the people he loves, to reprieve them from their earthly duties, so they can fulfill dreams of their own.
He loves sex and sweets and sunsetting skies. He hates himself and he loves himself, and when he is lucky, he forgets himself entirely.
He loves when you read his writing, and when you like it and comment on it and share it.
Akira is a selfish little miracle. And I get to watch him live.