I was on the way back home. Many cars come and come, some bicycles go somewhere with a very high speed.
At that time, I was listening to"My Red Shoes Story" by Flipper's Guitar as a very high volume. Oyamada sings "I make up my mind!" Oh, he already made up my mind...How good!
But I was still in a way that difficult to see a front even in a 10m ahead from me! If I didn't find this kind of artists, I could live more easily! But I am also thinking that if I didn't meet them, my life turned into more boring. Is it good? Do I wanna live like that?
No, No, No!
Yeah, I am satisfied now!
But...sometimes I can't help thinking like that.
Then, one woman overtook me. She was also listening to something like me. Her world was an inviolability. But if she was listening to songs of Flipper's guitar? This big city is very cold therefore nobody wanna communicate with someone. This city is almost broken but we can't escape cause if escaping, there's no way to get money...
This big society would tell us, "How you're solitude." and also "How you're sweet and beautiful." like the carrot and the stick...
You can't get to know them naturally cause this city and people in this city are always pretending like an outsider... You have to find and digest them by yourself.
<<Appearing end credits with the song "Blue Shinin' Quick Star"... > >
まったく教訓も物語性もない話だけど、なんとなく書いていたら出来上がった。
音楽とか文学とかそういうものとの出会いについて。その好きな音楽を隣の人が聴いていても、知ることができないことについて。自分で折り合いをつけなければいけないことについて。そんなことについて適当に書いた。
いつものように日本語で書くと、思い通りに書けるがために屈折した文章になってしまうと思ったから、今回は英語で書いてみた。語彙とかいろんな都合で書けることが必然的に簡素になるから、ややこしくならずに書けた気がする。
