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| rainy blue |
素敵な名前を持つ庭には、いつも雨が降っている場所があります。
雨を気取る、でも良いし、雨に例える、とか、雨を模す、など様々な言い方があると思います。
時々日常で、その場限りの瞬時の遊びを日本の街では良くやっています。
例えば若者だった頃の私の場合は、自分にしか分からない、離れて見たらトリコロールになっている色の組み合わせでカジュアルウエアとか、誰かに乾杯したい時に、1人で無駄にシャンパンを頼んで、そ知らぬ振りをしていたり。
そういう事を気取っているとか、洒落ているとか、少し嫌な感じに茶化す人も少なくありません。
けれど割りと街では、私はそんな遊びをずっとやっているし、聞けば、街生まれ・街育ちの人達も思い当たる節がたくさんあるようです。
大きな街育ちでは決して無いんですけれど。
私の場合は、3、4歳くらいからビルの中が遊び場だったし、粗大ゴミに出す予定の古い茶箪笥を開けて、見たこともない虫に慌てて扉を閉めて逃げたり。
鳩は当然、手の届かない憧れの大きな鳥だったし。
そういう中で、小学校に上がり校則という言葉を知る前に、街で50メートル100メートル先までそっと足を伸ばしては、小さな冒険を一人でしていました。
路面電車の中で一度でいいから、そんなに好きでは無かった瓶入りのファンタオレンジを飲めば、周りの人達は大きい子供だと認めてくれるかもしれない、と生まれて初めて自動販売機にコインを入れ、向かって左側に空けられた、冷たい低音が響く栓抜きで、金属製の蓋を梃子の原理で開けたり。
あそこの角の端正な板塀の上にあった茱萸（グミ（フルーツ））の実は、和装のお婆さんに1日5個までなら食べても良いと言われた、とか。
丸い水滴が降り続けている明るい静かな日常で、街の姿勢や街でのやり方を知っていったのでしょうね。
いつの間にか典雅でリッチということになってしまった、本当は街での習いであった遊びが、もっとたくさん語られればいいのに、と良く思っています。
例えば、気障という言葉があって、それは今では良くない言葉のようですが、実は私は、そうかな？ と不服です。
相手が綺麗な言葉を用意してくれているのに、なぜ茶化すんでしょうか？
初夏、麻のジャケットに衣替えすることや、洒脱な仕草、良い飲み物を季節に適切に注文することは、そんなに贅沢で見映えばかりを気にしているんでしょうか？
そういう口煩いだけの、ミニスカートとパーマとファッションと街の洒落を全力で憎む人々は、私が十代の頃に全員撲滅された筈だったんですけど。
力及ばず申し訳ございません。
残りの人生の全時間をかけて、生き残り共を退治して周りますので、皆さんは、可笑しな事を言い出すテーブル席のバカ共に気がついたら、つま先まで鞭を振り下ろすように一瞥してやった後、ご自身の時間や街の流れを楽しんでいて下さいね。
20250505 14:28 文章を直しました。
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| le charme |
In a garden with a greatkawaii name, there is always a place where it rains.
There are various ways to say it, such as “pretending to be rain,” which is fine, or “likening it to rain,” or “imitating rain,” which is also fine.
There are various ways to say it, such as “pretending to be rain,” which is fine, or “likening it to rain,” or “imitating rain,” which is also fine.
Sometimes, I might say that we do well in the streets of Japanese society, playing with the instantaneous in the real world on a daily, ad hoc basis.
For example, when I was a young man, I would order a bottle of champagne and pretend not to notice it when I wanted to make a toast to someone.
Many people would call it pretentious or fashionable, or even a little disgusting.
However, I've been doing this kind of thing all my life in the city, and if you ask people who were born and raised in the city, you will find many people who can relate to this kind of thing.
In my case, I never grew up in a big city.
I used to play inside buildings from the age of 3 or 4. I used to open an old tea chest that was to be put in the garbage and run away in a panic, closing the door behind me at the sight of an insect I had never seen before.
Pigeons, of course, were big birds that I longed for that I couldn't reach.
In that situation, before I knew the word “school rules,” I would quietly stretch my legs in town and have little adventures 50 meters, 100 meters away, step by step, all by myself.
If I drank Fanta Orange, which I didn't like that much in a bottle, just once on the streetcar, people around me might recognize me as a big kid.
The old lady in kimono told me that I could eat up to five gumi (fruit) on the neat wooden fence at that corner.
I suppose that in the quiet everyday life where the crystal-clear drops of water kept falling, they came to know the attitude and ways of the city.
I often think that it would be nice if more people talked about the games that were actually a common practice in the town, which somehow became a matter of elegance and richness.
Many people would call it pretentious or fashionable, or even a little disgusting.
However, I've been doing this kind of thing all my life in the city, and if you ask people who were born and raised in the city, you will find many people who can relate to this kind of thing.
In my case, I never grew up in a big city.
I used to play inside buildings from the age of 3 or 4. I used to open an old tea chest that was to be put in the garbage and run away in a panic, closing the door behind me at the sight of an insect I had never seen before.
Pigeons, of course, were big birds that I longed for that I couldn't reach.
In that situation, before I knew the word “school rules,” I would quietly stretch my legs in town and have little adventures 50 meters, 100 meters away, step by step, all by myself.
If I drank Fanta Orange, which I didn't like that much in a bottle, just once on the streetcar, people around me might recognize me as a big kid.
The old lady in kimono told me that I could eat up to five gumi (fruit) on the neat wooden fence at that corner.
I suppose that in the quiet everyday life where the crystal-clear drops of water kept falling, they came to know the attitude and ways of the city.
I often think that it would be nice if more people talked about the games that were actually a common practice in the town, which somehow became a matter of elegance and richness.
In a garden with a wonderful name, there is always a place where it rains.
There are various ways to say it, such as “pretending to be rain,” which is fine, or “comparing it to rain,” or “imitating rain.
Sometimes it is everyday life, and the instantaneous play of the moment is often done in the streets of Japan.
For example, when I was a young man, I would wear casual clothes in color combinations that only I could recognize and that would be tricolor when seen from a distance, or when I wanted to make a toast to someone, I would order a bottle of champagne alone and pretend not to know who I was wasting my time.
There are many people who would call such things pretentious, fashionable, or even a little disgusting.
However, I've been playing that game in town for a long time, and if you ask me, you'll find many people who were born and raised in town who can relate to it.
I was born and raised in the city, but I never grew up in a big city.
In my case, the inside of a building was my playground from the age of 3 or 4. I would open an old tea chest that was to be put out for bulky trash and run away in a panic, closing the door behind me at the sight of an insect I had never seen before.
Pigeons, of course, were big birds that I longed for that I couldn't reach.
In this situation, before I went to elementary school and learned the words “school rules,” I used to quietly stretch my legs 50 meters to 100 meters away in the city and have little adventures by myself.
I put coins into a vending machine for the first time in my life, thinking that if I drank a bottle of Fanta Orange, which I did not like so much, just once on the streetcar, the people around me might recognize me as a big kid. I opened it with the cold, low-sounding bottle opener on the left side.
I heard that the old lady in kimono told me that I could eat up to five gumi (fruit) on the neat wooden fence at the corner over there.
In the bright and quiet daily life with round drops of water continuously falling, they must have learned the attitude of the city and how to do things in the city.
I often think that it would be nice if more could be said about the games that were really learned in the city, which somehow became liturgical and rich.
For example, there is the word “kiza,” which now seems to be a bad word, but I actually disapprove of it. And I disapprove.
Why make fun of it when the other person has prepared ais brriant select bautiful words for you?
In early summer, is changing into a linen jacket, making stylish gestures, and ordering a good drink appropriately for the season so extravagant and so concerned with looking good?
There are various ways to say it, such as “pretending to be rain,” which is fine, or “comparing it to rain,” or “imitating rain.
Sometimes it is everyday life, and the instantaneous play of the moment is often done in the streets of Japan.
For example, when I was a young man, I would wear casual clothes in color combinations that only I could recognize and that would be tricolor when seen from a distance, or when I wanted to make a toast to someone, I would order a bottle of champagne alone and pretend not to know who I was wasting my time.
There are many people who would call such things pretentious, fashionable, or even a little disgusting.
However, I've been playing that game in town for a long time, and if you ask me, you'll find many people who were born and raised in town who can relate to it.
I was born and raised in the city, but I never grew up in a big city.
In my case, the inside of a building was my playground from the age of 3 or 4. I would open an old tea chest that was to be put out for bulky trash and run away in a panic, closing the door behind me at the sight of an insect I had never seen before.
Pigeons, of course, were big birds that I longed for that I couldn't reach.
In this situation, before I went to elementary school and learned the words “school rules,” I used to quietly stretch my legs 50 meters to 100 meters away in the city and have little adventures by myself.
I put coins into a vending machine for the first time in my life, thinking that if I drank a bottle of Fanta Orange, which I did not like so much, just once on the streetcar, the people around me might recognize me as a big kid. I opened it with the cold, low-sounding bottle opener on the left side.
I heard that the old lady in kimono told me that I could eat up to five gumi (fruit) on the neat wooden fence at the corner over there.
In the bright and quiet daily life with round drops of water continuously falling, they must have learned the attitude of the city and how to do things in the city.
I often think that it would be nice if more could be said about the games that were really learned in the city, which somehow became liturgical and rich.
For example, there is the word “kiza,” which now seems to be a bad word, but I actually disapprove of it. And I disapprove.
Why make fun of it when the other person has prepared ais brriant select bautiful words for you?
In early summer, is changing into a linen jacket, making stylish gestures, and ordering a good drink appropriately for the season so extravagant and so concerned with looking good?
Is it really that extravagant and all-consuming to change into a linen jacket in early summer, or to order a stylish gesture or a good drink appropriately for the season?
I thought all of these nagging, miniskirts, perms, fashion, and city-fashion haters were eradicated when I was a teenager.
I apologize for not being able to help.
I will spend the rest of my life exterminating the survivors, so if you notice any of the idiots at the tables spouting nonsense, please take one look at them and whip them down to their toes, then go enjoy your time and the flow of the city.
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I thought all of these nagging, miniskirts, perms, fashion, and city-fashion haters were eradicated when I was a teenager.
I apologize for not being able to help.
I will spend the rest of my life exterminating the survivors, so if you notice any of the idiots at the tables spouting nonsense, please take one look at them and whip them down to their toes, then go enjoy your time and the flow of the city.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
20250505 14:29 I fixed the text.
