capturing in prose
Is what has been lost the echoes of laughter of yesterday, or the colors that are everywhere? Perhaps it is neither, but the time that cannot be turned back.
失くしたものが笑い声が響く昨日なのか、どこにでもある色なのか。おそらくはそのどちらでもなく、後戻りできない時間なのだろう。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
As I walked slowly down the quiet alleyways, I felt a sense of nostalgia as I heard the sound of brakes in the distance.
誰もいない静かな路地裏をゆっくりと歩きながら、遠く聞こえるブレーキ音に懐かしさを感じた。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
A metallic plant blooms beside a narrow, inorganic path between a tennis court and unused land above a concrete flood control basin. However, what is not widely known is that the plant is edible.
コンクリートで出来た遊水池の上のテニスコートと未利用地の間に続く無機質な小道の脇に、金属のような植物が花を咲かせる。その植物が食べられることは案外知られていない。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
The summer wind blowing through the triangular space is still unaware of any vegetables.
三角形に切り取られたの空間を吹き抜ける夏風は、まだ野菜の存在を知らない。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
As I passed through the wooden gate connecting the two old houses, I felt a sense of relief in the gaps of overlapping time.
古家と古家をつなぐ木戸を潜り抜けると、折り重なる時間の隙間に安堵感があった。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
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