<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Journal on Yumemi's Space</title><link>https://yumemi.space/tags/journal/</link><description>Recent content in Journal on Yumemi's Space</description><image><title>Yumemi's Space</title><url>https://yumemi.space/og-image.png</url><link>https://yumemi.space/og-image.png</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 12:00:00 +0800</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://yumemi.space/tags/journal/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Dead Poet</title><link>https://yumemi.space/posts/a-dead-poet/</link><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 12:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid>https://yumemi.space/posts/a-dead-poet/</guid><description>&lt;p>Today, I have decided to write a short set of paragraphs. I am hoping that my raw and unfiltered emotions—and a lack of proper drafting—will not muddy the emotion I want to get across. I will confess, I was not in the best shape in these past few days. It would be an understatement to say that I have not been in a good shape for a decade and a half. However, I digress. This &amp;lsquo;monologue&amp;rsquo; has not been written to cry out for help (as I have grown tired of writing such cumbersome journals) but instead to reflect on a film that I have recently witnessed.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>