The Afternoon the World Changed

He found mother and sister Ruth listening to the radio. Journalists reported that thousands of people died when a bomb thrown by an airplane, a flame sank. Every new flash, his voice gradually rises in the fear of suffocation. Arthur saw his mother looking at him with a sad anxiety in his eyes. Katherine was scared today, but she knew it would come. People can find ways to do war at any time. Her youngest child was excited and stood there and gasped. She tried to imagine that the military uniform was hanging on his track, but she could not.

He opened his eyes and saw a summer afternoon, green and rose flowers, a shining bird song. Who asked? No matter what happens, it is a fair question. Strange to say, how does death change viewpoints? While pursuing money, wealth and fun, live for 43 years according to the laws of the world. He lurks there and finds what is hiding there, but what is it? His little interests seem to be the root of failure.

Like other environmental media, the world in the summer afternoon is basically lonely. The narrator is not visible yet, and the text report is just a short encounter with a man who tattoos in the narrator's apartment elevator. Other parts of the world are mediated by headings of radio and newspaper. The approximate world includes the world along cats, parks, one or two bridges - "Two or three hills and clouds" by Wallace Steven. The central tension here is a break before summer storm and discreet mood of music. These relaxed rhythms drive the environmental impact of Ise 's work. Ise's summer afternoon also hides many of the city rhythm, but even if it takes too much time, overloading will not cause too much information on arrhythmia

When I looked for evacuation centers with a thunderstorm in the afternoon of that afternoon, the blow of destiny became a source of inspiration for me. While walking around the stone paved courtyard by chance, while enjoying the adventure of the pirate ship, I soaked in the fantasy and magical world, I forgot the crowd in the midst of a cemetery crawling in the cemetery cemetery. When I got out of the library, the rain melted in drizzle and the clouds ran down to the heavy sky. The crowd under the umbrella was clustered on a wet sidewalk. Unpleasant atmosphere is hanging from cold, greasy air. The puddle under the puddle glows. I had a tall man wearing a male student 's hat with a smiling face. There is a trace of his childhood beside him. He can not be over 20 years old