And I wonder—if Dazai were alive today, would he even stand a chance? Would he be dismissed as “too bleak” for publishers? Would he be buried under a thousand AI-generated books designed to mimic his style but lacking his soul? Would an algorithm decide that his work was too risky, too unpredictable, too human?

Art, when it’s real, doesn’t follow the rules. It doesn’t obey authority. It doesn’t ask permission to exist. And maybe that’s why Dazai still resonates today—because his work is a reminder of what art is supposed to be. It’s a slap in the face to a world that wants everything to be palatable, profitable, and safe.

So maybe the real question isn’t whether Dazai would survive in today’s world. Maybe the question is—would today’s world even deserve him?

I reflect on my relationship with the work of Dazai and crucially the impact 'No Longer Human' had on my personal since Lockdown.

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