[The mourning for the blue shadow]
I found beautiful shadows, like spirits, appearing and disappearing unnoticed in the parking lot of a golf shop along a national highway in the middle of winter. Why doesn’t anyone notice and mourn these beautiful shadows? I had been looking for beautiful shadows at night since I was a student. Finally, I found them and succeeded in shooting.
In addition, one day a train that I happened to be on ran over a man in his 30s who committed suicide. Every day I heard the delayed broadcasts due to personal injury. However, I was skeptical whether personal injury accidents really occurred. Indeed, personal injury accidents did exist. The rescue team and police transporting the body with green sheets paraded through the long platform and go down the stairs.
And finally, I stared at the body. But the passengers went down stairs as if nothing had happened after the funeral procession of the body had passed. I was shocked by the scene of the passengers because it was such a tragic dive-suicide. He despaired, courageously jumped in, and died, yet no one mourned on the platform where the fatal accident occurred, as if nothing had happened.
I often visit that station, but no one knows that there was a suicide on that platform. What was he born for and why did he die? Why does no one mourn him? For some reason, I reminded of the beautiful spirit-like shadows that appear in the late-night golf shop along the national highway. No one notices the beautiful shadow as it is born and then disappears. It is a very, very sad story. Only I want to mourn.
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