リサとガスパール(Les Catastrophes de Gaspard et Lisa)は犬でもウサギでもない生き物で、ポンピドー・センターのパイプの中に住んでいるらしいが、こちらは野うさぎで、ブルターニュの森に住んでいる。より正確にいえば、石ばかりの街中を除けば、ありとあらゆる場所に穴を掘って住み着いており、誰も気にも留めない存在だ。かつての同僚が言う。 「おいしくないよ。」 いや、食べようなんて思わない。 «Catastrophe!»(「ひゃー、どうしよう」おそらく、石津ちひろ訳) ところで、リサとガスパールの原題は名前の順序が逆である上に読み方も違う。ガスパールとリザなのだが、きっと翻訳者が音感を気にしたのかなと想像している。
Lisa and Gaspard (Les Catastrophes de Gaspard et Lisa) are creatures that are neither dogs nor rabbits, and they seem to live in pipes at the Centre Pompidou, but above two lives are wild rabbits that lives in the woods of Brittany. More precisely, they live in all kinds of places by digging holes, except city center, and no one cares about them. My colleague in France told me ”It doesn’t taste good.” Of course, not, I mean, I don’t want to cook them. “Catastrophe!”
Without knowing when it is going to end, suddenly the last day of 2022 has come. That is not so much different from saying that the earth went around the sun without knowing. Not only did no one tell me the end day from the beginning, I myself didn’t even notice when it started, so that’s how it is. It’s just that time has passed, and the place where I spent yesterday and the place where I’m breathing today existed without intersecting. It seems that it has become a habit to feel the distance while having casual conversations with acquaintances who live in the place where they used to live. Still, I feel strangely relieved when I say “good morning” at the end of the day’s work. If you can say “good morning” all day long, it must be a good day.