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2024-06-11

Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.

We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”

The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.

We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.

We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.

The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.

When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.

However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.

Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.

“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.

I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.

As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.

Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.

Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.

“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”

Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”

“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.

Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”

There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.

(27)

One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.

The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”

The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”

Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.

Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.

I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.

She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.

Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.

I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.

After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”

Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.

“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”

I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?

(30)

I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.

In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.

I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.

“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”

“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”

He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.

My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.

I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.

(32)

I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.

No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l

2024-06-03

精神障害テーマにしたゲームが好き。

[追々記]

思ったより反応をもらえて驚いています

はてな記法がよくわからないので、間違えていたらすいません。

(少しだけ、一部の表現修正しました)


id:unfallen_castle タイトルを出すこと自体ネタバレになってしま問題

ああ、確かにそれはありますよね。大変失礼しました。

id:atlas_estrela 適応障害休職が決まったかゲームってまかり通るんだ。社会保険料は働く人たちが負担してるんだよな。そんなことも言ったらまずいような空気っておかしいと思う。そりゃ精神障害になる人が増えるわけだわ

ストレスから遠ざかったら少しずつやりたいことが浮かぶようになってきたので、自分に近い体験やそれを乗り越える話を遊びたくなったんだよね。

自分自身でもこんな風に具合が悪くなると思わなかった。自分も、元気なときには療養中の人フリーライドしているような気分になっていたかもしれない。

私があなた不快な思いをさせてしまったら、申し訳ない。こんな体験はできればしない方がいいです。こんなにつらいとは思わなかった。

どうか心と身体にはお気をつけください。

id:molmolmine ゲーム作ってる側なので適応障害になってる時にそんな鬱ゲーして大丈夫か?という気持ちになる。お大事にね。

ありがとう優しい言葉が身にしみます頭木弘樹さんが『絶望読書』で書いていたんだけど、弱っているときこそ、苦しい話に癒やされることってあるように感じているのです。

ゲームづくり、応援しています。いつもゲームには本当に助けてもらっています。心から感謝していますありがとうございます

id:zheyang こういったゲームがどれだけ実際の精神疾患に即しているのか、精神疾患を「びっくり箱」「お化け屋敷」のように扱っているだけではないのか、疑問。

かにエクスプロイテーションな部分もある作品もあるとも感じます。けれど、同じくらい真摯につくっているもののいっぱいあると感じています。よかったら id:otoronoki精神病患者からみる「Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice」の表現https://jp.ign.com/hellblade/17457/feature/hellblade-senuas-sacrifice とご紹介いただいた、こちらのリンクもご覧ください。


たくさんの作品を紹介してもらえて嬉しかったです。

みなさん、ありがとう

以下、ご紹介してもらったものの一部も書き出しました。

serial experiments lain」 「星空ぷらねっと」 「アリス イン ナイトメア」 「天使のいない12月」 「マイチャイルドレーベンボルン」 「さよならをおしえて」 「車輪の国、向日葵の少女」 「Iris and the Giant」 

「ヒラヒラヒヒル] 「What Happened」 「CHAOS;HEAD」 「CHAOS;CHILD」 「White Door(Rusty Lake)」 「Tell me why」 「カルティストシミュレーター」 「Dreamscaper」 「SWAN SONG」 「シュレディンガーの手(街?)」 「Shady Part of Me」 「精神病罹患したぬいぐるみたちを治療するドイツゲーム https://www.parapluesch.de/whiskystore/test.htm 」……

とはいえ、今は調子がいい感じなのですが、少し調子に乗るとすぐに身動きがとれなくなるので、身体と心の調子をみながら、いろいろ調べてみます

調子の良さと悪さの波を乗りこなすのが大変なのですね。

みなさんも、どうかご安全に!




追記

ブコメでもらったゲームとか、思い出したものなどについても追記してみる。

Needy Girl Overdose

現代デジタル社会インターネット文化に関連するテーマを扱ったビジュアルノベル風のゲーム

ソーシャルメディアメンタルヘルスに焦点を当てている。実況とかで面白おかしく取り上げられたりもしてたけど、にゃるらさんが書いた「承認欲求女子図鑑」を読むと、また違った角度からゲーム解像度が深まる。好き。

OMORI

MOTHER彷彿させる雰囲気で、世界と夢の世界を探索し、さまざまな心理的テーマや謎を解き明かしていくRPG戦闘は少しだるかったけど、遊んでよかった。ファングッズを買うくらい好き。

DDLC

“DDLC”は「Doki Doki Literature Club」の略称普通ビジュアルノベルっぽいけど……楽しかったけど、今回のニーズとは確かにちょっと違うかなー。

カリギュラ

異世界から脱出を試みる学園生たちのストーリーを描いた日本RPGゲームテーマ現実理想の間の葛藤や、社会的な問題に対する反抗などのよう。フリューRPGは何回か手を出して、いまいち楽しめなかったものの多かったので未プレイでした。俄然興味がでました。

CROSS†CHANNEL

FlyingShine制作アダルトゲーム群青学院放送部を舞台とした学園モノ。劇中で同じ時間を何度も繰り返す「ループもの」に該当するよう。(アダルトゲームには疎いのであまり知らないものが多いんだと思いました。全年齢版もあるのですね)

プレイでした。

そういえば昔、沙耶の唄は遊びました。高次脳機能障害認知機能障害?がテーマの一つに感じられて楽しかった。アダルトゲームは確かに病いに関連する作品も多そう。

上に天井がある。

ストレスを抱えた少女が、天井探検しようとする短編心理アドベンチャー



追記終わり]




精神障害テーマにしたゲームが好き。ただ、適応障害とかバーンアウトテーマにしたゲームが思いつかない。

ナイト イン ザ ウッズは未プレイから気になってる。

実は今月から適応障害休職が決まった。自分体験に近いゲームがしたい。そんなゲームがしたい。

以下は、知っていたり、触ったりしてきたゲーム

Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice

主人公センアが幻覚幻聴に苦しむ過程を通じて、統合失調症に関連する体験描写。有名。

The Town of Light

1930年代から40年代イタリア精神病院を舞台に、主人公自身過去を探る過程精神疾患に関するテーマが描かれる。

Night in the Woods

大学中退し、故郷に戻った若者メイが自身うつ病不安と向き合う過程を描いています物語の中で、彼女精神的な苦悩が深く描かれています。気になっているけど、未プレイ

Celeste

主人公のマデリンが山を登る物語を通じて、うつ病不安といった精神的な障壁を乗り越える過程が描かれますゲーム難易度テーマが巧妙にリンクして、大好き。

Milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk

不安統合失調症に苦しむ少女牛乳を買いに行く。

Neverending Nightmares

開発者自身うつ病強迫性障害経験に基づいた、ホラゲ。

4PM

主人公アルコール依存症を抱えながら過ごす一日を描いたインタラクティブ短編短編だけど、結構印象に残った。

うつ病の部屋

うつ病を患う主人公の話。マウスが重くなる演出が好き。ゲームゲームを喩えるのもアレだけど、フローレンス的なゲーム

Papo & Yo

アルコール依存症とその影響をテーマにし、子供視点から家族の困難な状況を描いている。アルコール依存症の影響とそれに対する親子の葛藤をどう克服するかについてを描いている。好き。

2024-05-22

anond:20240522150011

Hit points are a combination of actual physical constitution, skill at the avoidance of taking real physical damage, luck and/or magical or divine factors. Ten points of damage dealt to a rhino indicated a considerable wound, while the same damage sustained by the 8th level fighter indicates a near miss, a slight wound, and a bit of luck used up, a bit of fatigue piling up against his or her skill at avoiding the fatal cut or thrust. So even when a hit is scored in melee combat, it is more often than not a grazing blow, a scratch, a mere light wound which would have been fatal (or nearly so) to a lesser mortal. If sufficient numbers of such wounds accrue to the character, however, stamina, skill, and luck will eventually run out, and an attack will strike home...

(Gygax, Dragon Magazine #24, 1979)

2024-05-20

I see the spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaine of the wooooooooooooooooooooooooorld

Sparkle and shine, light the inside

2024-04-26

手間隙かけて作ろう

よりぬきの文章積んでこう

確かな術と知恵絞り出し

ブクマの予感に高鳴れば

段取りだんだん取れてく

想い出の品も積んでこう

愚劣な民へのプレゼント

LIGHT BOAT LIGHT BOAT

啓蒙しよう

LIGHT BOAT LIGHT BOAT

伝えに行こう

LIGHT BOAT LIGHT BOAT

お土産もって向こうの島へ

着いた増田での出来事

男や女はキ印

トラバを書いて怒り出して

火をつけ水かけ泣き喚く

段取りだんだんずれてく

想い出の品捨ておいて

からがら削除した♪

LIGHT BOAT LIGHT BOAT

啓蒙しよう

LIGHT BOAT LIGHT BOAT

伝えに行こう

LIGHT BOAT LIGHT BOAT

お土産もって向こうの島へ

2024-04-24

anond:20240422180524

Assuming you walked from Tochigi Station

Where is the city hall?

Walk towards the station along the road in front of the New Ginger Museum,

and you will see a huge building with Tochigi Bank written on it.

Cross the traffic light in front of it and you will see a mysterious house with a Communist Party poster on it called Hasegawa Makura something, then walk towards Yakiniku King

Then you will see a building with TOBU written on it, and the city hall is on the second floor and above.

Where is the tourist information centre?

Do not cross in front of Tochigi Bank as in the previous steps, but walk until you reach the diagonal road. Then you will see a really large parking lot and the tourist information centre is next to it (they sometimes hold events in this large parking lot).

Is there a Starbucks?

There is. If you head towards the city hall, you will definitely get there. The Ashikaga Bank is diagonally opposite.

How do I get to the Uzumagawa River?

There are fishing equipment shops and clothing stores lined up next to Starbucks.

Turn towards the shopping street and you will see a bridge. That's Korai Bridge, and the river that flows underneath is the Uzumagawa River.

Is Yamaoka-ya there?

Yes, but it's quite far away.

On the way from the museum to the station, there is a Toyota rental car, so you can rent a car there, or ask the tourist information center where you can rent a bicycle.

If you can get either of those, go straight to Nakazawa Seimen, then turn toward Yoshinoya. If you keep going up the mountain, you will find Yamaoka-ya diagonally across from Aeon.

I want to go to Korakuen.

Go in the opposite direction from the station (where the viaduct is),

you will find TSUTAYA. From there, pass Family Mart and the gas station, cross the crosswalk, and you will find Korakuen in the parking lot of a supermarket called Yaohan (there are a lot of old people there).

Where is the pachinko parlor?

Drive past TSUTAYA, and beyond Korakuen there is a bridge, and beyond that is the pachinko parlor. After that, go past Yamaokaya and go to Aeon, and there will be a pachinko parlor right in front of you (as an aside, that store has disappeared once)

I want to buy something to drink

Go outside and go to Kawachi, which is just across the crosswalk. Yesterday they were selling oolong tea for 60 yen. Oh, inside the museum there is a vending machine that sells something like fresh ginger powder, disguised as a drink vending machine. Be careful

I want to withdraw money

You can use the ATM at the Family Mart next to TSUTAYA, or go to the 7-Eleven in front of the station (next to Sukiya), or use the ATM at the convenience store inside the station.

半分だけ英語にしてみたけどすごく長い💧

2024-04-06

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`I see nobody on the road,' said Alice.

`I only wish I had such eyes,' the King remarked in a fretful tone. `To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!'

「道には誰もいません(I see nobody)」とアリスは言いました。

「あの目があれば」王様イライラした口調で言いました。

「Nobodyを見ることができるのか! あの距離で! この明るさでは実体のある人しか見えぬ!」

鏡の国のアリス』(Chapter Seven: The Lion and The Unicorn)

Close your head

Close your eyes…」「Close your head…
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<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...
say, what you saw. you can see with mind.
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<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.
i can light you.
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<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.
<*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.
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<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.
Shadow of what?
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<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.
Do you have any idea who is showing it?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.
You pick book and check it
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.
see book cover
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.
Is there a place to go? What about the door?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.
foward.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.
foward and look around
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.
keep going until you discover something
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.
stop! you here that?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.
listen carefully
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.
who play that?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.
Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.
When you open the door, there...
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.
Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.
the piano suddenly stops
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.
You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.
it scary. what will you do?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.
how?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.
any result?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.
surely. what will you do?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.
Did it go well? Or Bad?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.
look around

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2024-04-03

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そうですね!やかましいですね!ところでウクライナ音楽ロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか?とっても平和の響きがするでしょう!あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ

<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>&lt;*click*&gt; i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 16:06

2024-03-25

milet 5th anniversary liveGREEN LIGHTS” に寄せて(深読み注意)【前編】

はじめに

milet 5th anniversary liveGREEN LIGHTSから1週間くらい経ちましたね。

まだ余韻から抜け出せずにいる私ですが、ライブからずっと深読みし続けた果てに生まれ考察インターネットに放流します。

これをまとめれば余韻から抜け出せるはず…!!

意外と現実的なところに文字数制限があって引っ掛かっちゃったので前後編にしま

諸注意

Final奇跡が起きたから一連のシリーズとしてまとまって終わることができた4公演だったと思っています

私がいろいろ書いたことで、絶対に、喧嘩したくありません。

下記の諸注意は必ず読んでください。

・この記事フィクションです

この記事では、私の妄想と推測と深読みを書き散らしていきます

それはもはやフィクションですので、間違っても「本当はそうだったんだ!」とはならないようにお願いします。

あくまでもGREEN LIGHTSひとつ解釈です

以降で展開する解釈についてはあくまでもGREEN LIGHTS公演上での意図解釈したものであり、楽曲の成り立ちとかについての言及はしないです。

くわえて、展開する解釈あくまでも一つの側面です。

かなり深く重層的な公演でした。解釈は無数にあり、その全てを尊重します。

・この記事で書かないこと

どの公演回にもそれぞれの良さがあります

「ここが違った!」みたいなことを列挙するつもりはありません。

・この記事対象者

チラシの裏に書き散らかすつもりで書いているので、対象者も何もないですが

あえて言えば、映像化されたらまた見返したいので自分のために書いてます

基本事項とか書こうと思ってないし、基本的には4公演のうちどこかに参加できた人が見て「ふーん」って思ってくれたら十分です。

・なぜ公開するか

じゃあ勝手日記にでも書いとけよって話なのですが

揺るぎない芯があり、かつ不安定バランスでもあり、奇跡的なまとまりで終演した公演ですから

いつか振り返った時には伝説として語られると思います

その一端を目撃できた幸運ファンの記録というスタンスで公開します。

読んだね?

書いておきたいことは全て書くし、私が見たことが私の正解なのでこの記事へのコメントには基本的に返信しません。

でも、公開するからにはこの感動を分かち合いたいので、これは言っておきたいってことがあればコメントしてもらえれば、

(返信してなくても)拝読させていただきます

自分解釈

前提として、自分あくまでショーとして公演を楽しんだということにさせてください。

本公演は、miletさん葛藤と成長を描き、揺るぎなく力強いアーティストとなっていくための儀式と捉えています。(ある種のコンセプトライブのようでもあると思います

なので、この公演を見て過度にプライベートまで推測して心配したり、仕事についても知り得ないことまで想像して心配しないです。

しろ本公演を経てハチャめちゃにパワーアップできた、挑戦は大成功した、これから活躍をより一層期待しているよ、という立場を取ります

前置き長くなりましたが

GREEN LIGHTSテーマシンプルに「自分との同化」だとしっくりきます

自分との同化」という私なりの解釈をすこし噛み砕くと

昔の自分が何を思っていたのか、何をどのように考えていたのかということを細部まで完全に思い出すことができなくなって

寂しい、こわい、不安、昔の方が良かったんじゃないか、という感情に対し、過去と向き合い、折り合いをつけて、また前進していく

ということがテーマになっていると感じました。

ここで、登場人物をはっきりさせた方がわかりやすいので、下記の表記で進めていきます

milet :2024/03/15-20にかけてのmilet(GREEN LIGHTSステージ上のmilet)

ミレイ2020Green Lightsツアー発表くらいの時期(コロナ禍直前)のmilet

れいミレイより過去のさまざまなmilet(学生時代歌手を志した時、デビュー当時など)

まり、このライブでは

大丈夫」が心からはみ出てたり、自分の歌に励まされたりして、歌との向き合い方ですら悩んでるmiletさんは、ミレイ(みれい)の細部まで同化できなくなってきている

というところからまりライブを通してどのように過去自分と折り合いをつけるか、ということを表現していると思います

(「今日だけは自分のために歌わせてください」ってそういうことだよね…?)

また、過去自分がどのように考えていたかからなくなって、なんだか寂しいというのは私(筆者)にも誰にでも当てはまる感情です。

昔は楽しかったな(辛かったな)って思っても、何がどう楽しかったのか(辛かったのか)細部まで全く同じに思い出せる人はいないと思うし、思い出せないとやっぱり寂しい。

miletさんは、GREEN LIGHTSを通して、自分自分と向き合うために歌うけど

みんなもそれぞれの過去と向き合って、また前に進んでいかない?って、表現しているのではないでしょうか。

パート解釈

GREEN LIGHTSセットリストですが、「自分との同化」というテーマに沿って

いちど、各楽曲で歌われる「あなた」や「You」ミレイ(みれい)のことなんだと思って聴いてみてください。

感情が極まります

長々書いてるこの記事のなかで誰かに伝えたいことがあるとすれば、

セットリスト楽曲の「あなた」をミレイ(みれい)に置き換えて聴いてくれ!!!

ってことだけかもしれません。

以降のパートに沿った解釈では深読みが過ぎています

曲解と言われてもしょうがないレベルだと自分でも思ってますが、思っちゃったことなので書いてます

読み進める人は覚悟して適当によんでください

GREEN LIGHTS新曲

この曲についてはテーマ曲なので考察解釈も何もないですが

GREEN LIGHTSスクリーンに出る瞬間がめちゃめちゃかっこいいです

もちろんmiletさん自身も、スーパースターステージングはとても力強かったです。

・オープニング(絆ノ奇跡〜Higher)

このパートではデビューからの自信に満ちているミレイが、その少し前のみれいに向けて歌っていると解釈しました。

主体現在じゃないのでわかりづらいですが、思い出したい過去までの距離が短いので自信をもって同化できている状態です。

絆ノ奇跡コイガレは、ある意味まっすぐでわかりやすメッセージがあります

大好きな楽曲ですが、固くてまっすぐ過ぎたら逆にモロいということの表現になっていると思います

checkmateの歌詞あなたが何を求めてるかわかってる、私はあなたの全てだから」ってのは完全に同化していることを意味していますよね。

Higherの歌詞もお互いの理解度がかなり高いことは明らかで

あなた(みれい)をもっと高いところ(メジャーもっと売れるアーティスト)に連れてってあげると解釈できます

オープニングで必要な盛り上がりとテーマ性を両立させた完璧すぎる開幕です。

・inside you

一瞬のMCを挟んで、ここからパートはmiletからミレイに向けて歌っていると解釈しました。

まり、このパートから本公演のテーマちゃんと向き合っていくことになります

突然ですが、最初にinside youを聴いた時を覚えてますか?

恋愛のことを歌っていると思いましたよね。(そしてそれは多分そう)

でも、この曲でもyouミレイに置き換えると

ミレイの中には誰がいるの?何を考えているの」って歌っていることになります

全編にわたって、歌詞がこれ以上ないくらテーマリンクしているのですが

時が経てば、どうしても薄れてしま過去自分自身に向けて

からの「そばにいて」という叫びアカペラ)に、共感して、心が震えました。

また「あなた人生には私がいない方がマシかもしれないけど」という歌詞

歌手にならなかった可能性のことを感じさせ、とても寂しい気持ちになります

そしてそれはあの場でinside youを聴いた私たちについても。

今の自分選択人生が、すべての過去自分選択完全に一致している人などいるでしょうか。

どうしても薄れてしま過去自分自身に向けて

現状に負い目を感じつつも「あなたの中には誰がいるの?(なにがあるの?)」と、わかりたい。

私(筆者)自身も、色々な過去を思い出し、自分選択って正しかったんだろうかと、やるせなくなり、涙しました。

・Waterfall

過去自分が何を思っていたのかよくわからなくなる、という感情の中には

昔は怖かったものが、今はどうして怖かったのかよくわからなくなるということも含まれています

この楽曲では、みれいが何について怖れていたのかを思い出そうと試みていると解釈しました。

miletさんが、ミレイ(みれい)をよくわからなくなっている状況で

「よくわからないもの」=「怖い」と考えると、ここでもYouミレイ(みれい)に置き換えられると思います

私自身の体験としては、この楽曲がmiletさんを好きになったきっかけの曲でもあるので感慨深いです。

2019年RADIO CRAZYセトリのなかでもこの楽曲だけ後で何回も聴きました)

当時、この曲にどういうことを感じたからmiletさんを好きになったのか、そんなことに思いを馳せることもできました。

Your Light

この楽曲が出たのが、おそらくコロナ禍の直前あたりだと思います

2020 Green Lightsでは2曲目として演奏されるはずでした。ノリのいい楽曲です。

ですが(私の解釈では)まだ、過去と向き合ったばかり、miletさんミレイの心の距離は離れたままです。

この楽曲は、心の距離は離れたままでも「私があなたミレイ)の光になる」と

がんばって自分に言い聞かせているように解釈できます

この楽曲は主にセンターステージ演奏されますが、客席があまり照らされていないように感じました。

光の演出がない→まだMAX盛り上がらなくていい、という演出かと思います

ここからさら深読みして、miletさんから見たとき

盛り上がっていいのかよくわからなくて戸惑うお客さんが、心の距離が離れた状態ミレイと重なるように演出されているのではないかと考えました。

(考えすぎです、たぶんちゃんと盛り上がってました。)

HELL CLUB Mix

このパートマジで最高でしたね。

ここまで色々書いておいてなんだよって自分でも思うけど、結局コレなんですよね。

すごく幸せ時間だった。

どういうタイプエンタメなんですか?次にもう一度これを体験するにはどうしたらいいんですか?と思いました。

もちろんこれが目の前で繰り広げられている時にはテーマがどうとか解釈がとか考えてる余裕ないですので

このパート解釈はあとから紐解いたものです。

このパートでは、miletさんが違うアプローチ過去と向き合おうとしていると考えました。

具体的には、過去自分の思い出せない、満たせない部分は、今の自分の好きなことや考えていることで満たすというアプローチです。

なので、いまのmiletさんが一番ライブでやりたいことで満たす→DJパートってことだったんじゃないかなって思ってます

- HELL CLUB

HiRAPARK召喚呪文ですよね。

余談ですが、5amツアーや今回のHELL CLUB演奏を見ると、地獄天国って同じなんじゃないかと思ってしまますよね。

- Higher

2回目の登場になりますが、ここではmiletからミレイに向けた解釈にするとアガります

- Outsider

過去と向き合うにあたり、過去に媚びることはしないっていう解釈ができますね。

- SEVENTH HEAVEN

アプローチを変えたことで徐々にmiletとミレイ(みれい)の心の距離が近づいていくという解釈もできます

DJブースに立ち「m-i-l-e-t I'm with ya」と歌うところが解釈一致すぎて震えました。(このあとのblissにつながります

- おもかげ

見せない(見えない)愛で満たしている という歌詞の通り

ミレイの考えていることがはっきりとはわからなくても、そこには愛があるということに気づいたと解釈できます

- us

DJパートで使われた部分の歌詞の「好きだと言ってしまえば」というのは

何を考えていたのか本当のことはわからないけど、今の「好き」を押し付けられるのなら、という解釈はできないでしょうか。

過去に向けた思考はどうしたって一方通行です。過去に想いを伝えるというのは、どうしても押し付ける形になってしまう。

から「想いを伝えたら、消えてしまうかな」と、はがゆい気持ちでいると感じました。

- GREEN LIGHTS

ぶち上げてくれました。

ここで公演のメインテーマということは、同化、まで行かずとも、過去との向き合い方を得たと解釈していいでしょう。

・bliss

「私を守るこの名前」という歌い出しから察した方も多いと思います

自分過去現在未来)にわたってmilet-ミレイ-みれいという名前で繋がっているということを表現していると解釈しました。

とくに「優しく呼んだ声」ということですから、ここではアーティストとしての表記「milet」であろうとなかろうと、自分自分ということを見つけたと思っていいのではないでしょうか。

DJパートからの急展開で戸惑うというのもわかりますが、体温が上がった状態からのしっとりした曲ということで

他の位置にあったなら(ともすれば)聞き流されてしまうような曲でもちゃんと大きな印象を与えます

この公演でのテーマと合わせて考えると、ここ以外考えられない完璧すぎる曲順ですね。

・Anytime Anywhere

そして、この楽曲はこの公演にとって非常に大きな意味を持っていると思います

inside youからここまでのパート過去との向き合い方や受け入れ方を身につけてきました。

ようやく、離れていた過去自分との心の距離が、通じ合えるレベルまで近づいたと解釈していいでしょう!!

そう思って、この楽曲でも「You」を「ミレイ(みれい)」に置き換えてください

素敵です。本当に。

前編にわたって、この公演、このテーマのために書かれたと錯覚してしまうほどのメッセージシンクロ率です。

いつでも、どこでだって、どの自分でも、自分ということを知った、と解釈しました。

(いつでもどこでも一緒なのは自分自身に他なりませんから

光の演出も素敵で、まるでmiletさん魔法を使って客席を彩っていくかのような二番サビの光景が忘れられません。

あと、miletさん高台で歌ってるので見上げて、手を伸ばして、ひらひらが舞う光景も素晴らしかった。

Wings

ここで終わらないんですよ。

こ こ で 終 わ ら な い ん で す よ お

しかに、過去自分と通じ合えるようになって、怖いものは無くなりました。

ただ、このパートからmiletさんはいまの自分と向き合います

過去と通じ合って安心したいだけならここで終わりなんですよ

でも、miletさんはみんなに「大丈夫だよ」って伝えたい。

なんだけど!世界の方がいま明らかに大丈夫じゃない。

から、きっとまた忘れちゃうけど、ボロボロでも、何度だって、走り続けるって決めた。と解釈しました。

演出としては、運良くセンターステージから見ることができた回があり、スクリーンのニケ像とmiletさんが重なる瞬間がとても美しかったです。

そのときにmiletさんの片腕とニケ像の片翼が合わさって一対の翼(Wings)になったようにも見えました。

ここで安心して終わらない、っていうところが本当にすごいと思います

2023年のRADIO CRAZYでも、まずImagineを演奏していたことを思い出します。

こういうところほんとに好き、って思います

One Reason

あくまでも、私の中のフィクションの話、かつGREEN LIGHTS解釈ですよ!長くなりすぎたので、再度注意)

さて、前に進む、走り続けると決めたmiletさんですが

走り続けるということは、過去を思い出せなくなってしまうことを受け入れるということです。

そう思って、One Reason歌詞Youミレイ(みれい)に置き換えると、全ての歌詞リンクします。

「こんな歌じゃ薄まらない」だから、前に進まないといけない

けど、やっぱり行かないで。ってことなんですよねえええええええええええええ。

もう、理路整然と書けないけど、、、はぁ

いまは温度も思い出せるけど、このまま走り続けてたらやっぱり忘れちゃうよね。やっぱりやだ、でも行かなきゃ。

そんな迷いをこの楽曲に託したのではないでしょうか。

アレンジCDとは少し異なっていましたね。

ピアノの音でも、過去自分とずれていくことを受け入れたり、やっぱり嫌だったりすることを表しているのかなと思ったりしました。

蛇足だけど、メモに「One Reason:感極まる瞬間ありで感極まる」と書いてありました。極まりすぎ。)

・邂逅

この楽曲について、つべこべ書くのは野暮だと思うのですが。

ここまで書いてきてしまったので書きますね。

この楽曲では、Wingsからパートからつづく葛藤について覚悟を決めた、たとえ過去自分のことを思い出せなくなっていくとしても前に進んでいくと決めた。と解釈できます

でも、どうやってもことばじゃこの感動を書き表せないな。

とりあえず、miletさんが「自分を信じたい」って言ってくれてとても嬉しかった。です!!

【後編はこちら:milet 5th anniversary live “GREEN LIGHTS” に寄せて(深読み注意)【後編】

2024-03-10

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実はこういう層が一番自分に甘く人に厳しいみたいな人間に育つ確率が高い気がしている。

その通り。はてな中学受験経験者・名前の言えない私大卒は多いが拗らせてるのが多い

数学回避させて波に乗るトゥールポティエとかlight-lit-litとかくだらないお経を唱えさせると勘違いしてしまうんだろう

2000年からお経を根拠マウント取るのは小金持ちの凡人息子だった

2024-03-01

[]現代音楽を聴こう 2024.3.1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roOKPeV2UCc


Piano Concerto by Simon Steen-Andersen


Performed by Nicolas Hodges, Andre de Ridder and Helsinki Symphony Orchestra, February 2021 for live streaming.


By Simon Steen-Andersen 2014


Commissioned by Donaueschinger Musiktage


Program note:


In Piano Concerto the perfect, classical grand piano is confronted with a battered, almost completely broken, grand piano in a sort of virtual double concerto. The soloist, Nicolas Hodges, sits across from a video doppelgänger playing the damaged instrument that has been dropped onto a concrete floor from a height of 8 meters.


Confronted with the damaged, out of tune piano we may experience the newly tuned, classical grand piano and symphony orchestra in a slightly different light. The composer insists however that this is not just a broken instrument – it is a new, “prepared” instrument with an expanded palette of sounds and its own poetry and beauty.

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直訳版



A long time ago, in a certain country, there was a bastard named Cinderella. The reason why she is called Cinderella is because she sprinkled her own ashes on her own head at her mother's funeral, which led to her being called the ash-coverer, which is why her real name is Cinderella. I lost

The husband who lost his wife was also a bastard, and the day after the funeral he cheated on a woman three years younger than him, had sex with her, and even got married.

I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella

She now has an older sister and a younger sister who are not related by blood.

Her sister was a bitch too, she came to Cinderella's house

After a few days, she thought, ``Wouldn't it be more convenient to have an outbuilding?'' and cut down Cinderella's mother's grave in her garden and the hundreds of years old tree that was next to her grave, and built an outbuilding. We forced construction.

One day, the bastard's family receives news of a ball from the castle. But before Cinderella could read it, her sister broke the news and said, ``There's no way you can go.'' Cinderella didn't seem to have any intention of going either, saying, ``I had no intention of going in the first place.I'd rather go to hell.''

Then, on the day her mother was admitted to the hospital to give birth, her sister went to the ball. In the garden, the construction of an outbuilding was progressing as usual.

Let’s light a fire here and make a bonfire.”

She thought about that, but Cinderella stopped her. Suddenly, a witch appeared

``Cinderella, why aren't you going to the ball?'' asked the witch.

"What's the point of telling Teme?"

Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand

Then, for some reason, Cinderella was wrapped in a jewel-like dress.

"If you don't go to the ball, that dress will kill you. Now go."

Cinderella doesn't want to die in a place like this, so she reluctantly decides to go to the castle.

In the castle, some asshole like her sister was looking for a one-night stand and was dancing wildly. No one really praised others, and in their hearts they all seemed to think that they were the center of the world.

Cinderella didn't dance, but killed her time by smoking a cigarette at the end of her room. There, she was approached by a man wearing formal clothes that were flashier and more expensive than anyone else, and said to her, ``Miss, won't you dance?''

She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth

She said, ``I only dance with the Grim Reaper and bad luck.''

she answered. For some reason, the man fell in love with her at first sight, and she said, ``Let's have some fun in the other room.Here, come.'' She tried to force Cinderella to take her to another room in the castle. However, Cinderella pressed the cigarette she was holding into her hand.

"Her hand slipped," she laughed.

When she pressed the cigarette, the sound in her voice was so pitiful that no one tried to get close to him or dance with him. Of course, no one even knows that such a pitiful man is the prince who owns this castle.

Eventually, she had enough, Cinderella threw her shoes on her stairs and went back to her house in her bare feet. Her shoes were made of glass, so they shattered into pieces.

The next day, while her servant was cleaning the castle, she found one shoe on the stairs. Obviously thinking this was strange, she secretly examined her shoes and discovered that they had been smeared with a deadly amount of poison.

Rumors spread within the castle that this must be an attempt to kill the prince, and soon a large-scale investigation was conducted. Even though it's a survey, it's simple.

The idea was to create a replica of a shoe and imprison the person who matched it perfectly as a suspect.

And one after another, people were imprisoned just because of their size. Some of them had not been to the ball, but they thought it must be a lie and were forcibly taken away.

Eventually, an investigation came to Cinderella's house. That's when we all looked at her mother and child after she was discharged from the hospital, and of course her sister didn't fit.

So all that was left was Cinderella. Then, her sister said to Cinderella, ``Hell suits you better than this world.''

She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.

However, she protested her innocence, saying that I hadn't gone to the ball and there was no dress anywhere in the house to prove it.

However, the prince showed him an empty pack of cigarettes that had been discarded in a trash can and said, ``This is the same brand that the criminal was smoking that time.Why?''

Then Cinderella grinned and

I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.

She said, ``After all, I feel like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Right, little prince?'' she said.

By the time the princes realized it, it was already too late.

The grenade that fell at his feet blew up Cinderella and the prince.

The time was around noon. Bells rang throughout the city and residents prayed for lunch.

The flying fragments of the shoe became a weapon, a sad fragment that could only hurt someone, and no one could imagine its original form.

end

2024-02-07

アニメの彼方のアストラOP曲っててっきりGlow at the Velocity of Lightだと思ってたんだけど

そういや違う曲だったのを思い出した

OPも聞いたけどまあ何というか、普通

やっぱりGlow at the Velocity of Light作品にぴったりすぎるんだよなー

2024-02-06

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Why tf would anyone but u care about this person thats streaming その人が配信中だなんて情報、お前以外にとってはどうでもいいんだよ

Literally i dont want you talking here ここで話すなよ

Go back 

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3) Slack off(サボる・怠ける)

do not slack on grammar you actually see in texts you are reading 読んでるテキストに出てくる文法はサボっちゃだめ

most times it would be some form of self-improvement, something that we’ve always wanted to achieve, some things that we slacked on that we didn’t accomplish in the prior year.

今日の会話でウィリーさんは「Slack on」と言いましたが、基本的には「Slack off on」と表現します。

https://hapaeikaiwa.com/blog/2015/12/26/%E7%AC%AC83%E5%9B%9E%E3%80%8C%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E3%81%AE%E3%81%8A%E6%AD%A3%E6%9C%88%E3%80%8D/

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4) Follow through(最後までやり通す)

You need to follow through with your commitment.(自分で決めたことは最後までやり通さないと。)

I promise I will follow through to the end.(最後までやり通すことを約束します。)

He’s all talk. He never follows through with what he says.(彼は口だけだよ。言ったことを全然最後までやり通さないからね。)

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too sleepy to function 眠すぎてまともに活動できない

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twitter algorithm is bad but they got more pressing issues at hand ツイッターアルゴリズムダメだけどもっと喫緊課題があるよ

im getting follow requested by these bot accounts who put their bra sizes in their bio ブラサイズをプロフに載せてるボットアカウントフォローされまくってる

e.g. resolve the pressing issues related to ~に関する喫緊問題解決する

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Sounds like a babbling tard tbh.

Yo, u stupid. U shud get a regular job not 2 make ur mom cry out.

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I'm framing this to the wall, thanks その言葉を壁に飾っておくよ、ありがとう(褒められたりしたときに)

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美人コンテスト = beauty pageant

they're very upset and very against the idea of this Ukrainian woman Karolina Shino winning the Miss Japan beauty pageant

https://youtu.be/1qN_8jIOxFU?t=165

pageant

〔大仕掛けな〕歴史ショー、時代劇◆可算◆地域歴史伝統を題材にしたもの演劇山車を連ねたパレードの形を取ることが多い。

〔壮麗な〕行列、行進

〔多くの参加者が登場する〕ショー、公演

誇示、見せびらかし

pungent

〔味・匂いなどが鼻や舌を〕強く刺激する

食品香辛料などが〕ヒリヒリする、鼻にツンとくる

批評などが〕痛烈な、辛辣

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I find it kind of funny that she's trying to tick every box of adopting Japanese culture even the whole cheating part of Japanese culture which is very prevalent

不倫に至るまで日本文化に馴染もうとしているのが面白い

tick every box = すべての条件を満たす

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The whole reason why this Carolina Ukrainian woman won the beauty contest is because she basically ticks almost all the boxes for being a beautiful Western woman. She's got the small face, the big eyes, the kind of blondish light brown hair, the very pale complexion

complexion 【名】 顔色、顔の艶、肌の色、顔貌 外観、様子、態度、形勢

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play favorites with

(人)にえこひいきする、(人)に特別扱いする

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he-said-she-said argument

〔彼は言った彼女は言ったの〕水掛け論◆引用符を用いて"he said, she said" argumentと表記されることもある。

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Apprently "high moral capacity" that they're talking about is bent over backward over unfair "contracts" of a black company.

日本人の言っている「高い道徳能力」っていうのは、「ブラック企業不公平契約を守るために必死になる」ってことなんだな

BEND OVER BACKWARDS: informal. to make a special effort, esp in order to please.

cf. bending the knee to corporations

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To be a good Japanese worker, that means keeping your mouth shut, head down, and following what your boss says/does to the letter.

to the letter: 文字どおりに、厳密に

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catch strays 悪口を言ったら全く関係ない人に流れ弾が当たること

Aiming to insult someone but insulting someone else in the process aswell even if not involved.

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ins and outs of a company

《the ~》会社の一部始終[裏と表]

ins and outs of life

人生の綾、曲折

know ins and outs of

~のことをくまなく知っている

discuss the ins and outs of

~の内外[裏表]について話し合う

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それはお世辞にもよく撮れた写真とは言えない。: The picture is way less than flattering.

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her haters clearly don't get to her = アンチ攻撃彼女に全く効いていない

出来事・人などが肉体的または精神的に〕こたえる

・If you let her get to you personally, you won't last a week. : もし彼女攻撃個人的に受け止めたら、1週間と持たない。

Try not let it get to you. : あまりくよくよしないで。/元気を出してください。

Maybe the heat has gotten to me. : 暑さにやられたかな…。◆【場面】夏ばてなど。

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alright im getting off now (チャットなどで)落ちるわ

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flip flop 手のひらくるくる

Who gives a shit about selen?? Seriously.

You niggers spend years talking shit

lmao purple dragon retarded

>purple dragon fat

>apex? Id rather kms

The second she an heros and drops the crazy truth bomb that enna is in fact a piece of shit you drama niggers flip flop

The second someone does something you guys flip flop(~が~した途端お前ら手のひらクルクルじゃん)という構文として覚えると良さそう

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I dunno how Niji can be any more clear that Selen was given many chances to change her behavior but stubbornly insisted on flouting the company rules and had to be made an example of. Understandable that people who love Selen will support her even when she's in the wrong though.

頑なに会社規則に背くことを繰り返し、見せしめにされなければならなかった

insist on: to keep doing something, even if it annoys other people, or people think it is not good for you: I don't know why you insist on talking about it.

make an example of: 見せしめにする

flout: 〔人・規則・慣習などを〕軽蔑する、ばかにして無視する[従わない]、逆らう

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excising a company that has bad practices and exploits people's interest in the industry will be a long term benefit, even if it makes waves right now

悪しき慣習を持ち、人々の関心を搾取する会社排除することは、たとえ今波風が吹いたとしても、長期的な利益につながるだろう

excise

1名

消費税、物品税◆【同】excise tax ; excise duty

1他動

〔~に〕消費税[物品税]を課す

2他動

文章文書の一部を〕削除する

外科》〔身体から~を〕切除[摘出]する

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You know you have to admire the grift. Very public divorce proceedings and cheating accusations on top of that and she still doubles down with the GFE. She’s a lying whore but damn, the commitment to the bit.

she has nothing on taylor swift, 12 dicks in her so far

テイラー・スウィフトには敵わない

have nothing on

(人)の弱みを握っていない、(人)のしっぽをつかんでいない、(人)を有罪にする証拠がない、(人)に不利な情報を得ていない

・They think Tim is the murderer, but the police have nothing on him yet. : ティム殺人犯だと思っているが、警察はまだしっぽをつかめない。

(人)にかなわない、(人)に太刀打ちできない

何も身に着けていない、裸である

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Whoa, he means business. : うわ、あいつマジ[本気{ほんき}モード]だぞ。◇【場面】遊び半分やジョークではなく、真剣になっている。

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if left to one's own devices

放っておけば、好き勝手にさせれば

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implicated in the scandal

《be ~》不祥事に関与する、醜聞関係する

The problem is that NijiEN livers are now all implicated in the scandal, due to the malicious idiocy of the 3 Stooges.

the EN branch just implicated itself in a massive PR disaster that may take months if not actual years to recover from.

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I'm very confused

But whatever I'm cool go with the flow 流れに任せる

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have to have the last word

〔論争などで〕言われたら言い返さないと気が済まない◆【直訳】最後言葉を持たねばならない ⇒ 自分言葉議論を終わらせたい。つまり反論できずに黙ってしまうことを望まず、相手論破して黙らせたい。

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Huh, guess I don't dig enough in the community outside /here/ and just skirt across the surface.

ここ以外のコミュニティは表面をなぞっただけでちゃんと掘り下げたことがない

Skirt

〔~の〕周辺を通る、〔~の〕周囲をまわる[巡る]
・The hills skirt the village. : 小高い山がその村を囲んでいる。

2. 避けて通る、敬遠する
・We skirted a large hole there. : 私たちはそこにある大きな穴を避けて通った。

3. 〔問題などを〕回避する

4. 〔~の〕周辺にある[位置する

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2023-12-21

ダイハツ企業広告Light you up」のCMには、上白石萌音ナレーションを務めています。このCMでは、ダイハツが「お客様に寄り添い、暮らしを豊かにする」ための取り組みを紹介しています。

ダイハツCMには、ムーヴ キャンパスに出演する伊藤沙莉さんも出演しています

2023-12-13

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私は直接ウェブ検索を行うことはできませんが、あなた自身で関連するキーワード検索エンジンを使用することができます。以下は、検索する際に使えるキーワードの例です:

"cloud smoke vortex art"

"mysterious swirling cloud illustration"

"smoke entering vortex central light"

"fantasy cloud swirl center"

"artistic representation of smoke entering central void in clouds"

これらのキーワード使用して検索すると、あなた表現しようとしているイメージに近いアートイラストが見つかる可能性があります画像検索結果から目的に合ったものを見つけることができるでしょう。

2023-12-11

2023年12月7日 SOMETHING SPECIAL GRAPEVINE×ZION@名古屋CLUB QUATTRO

2023年12月7日 SOMETHING SPECIAL GRAPEVINE×ZION@名古屋CLUB QUATTRO

久しぶりのQUATTRO、一ヶ月強振りのバイン友達に付き合ってもらって安定のアニキ側で待機。

ZIONは一回ライジングで観て以来2回目。ギター3本(光村さん含む)ベースドラムの5人編成。ライジングで観た時はめっちゃ遠巻きにみたから皆さんこんな感じの顔してらっしゃるんだ〜と思った笑 友達が言ってたけどベース佐藤さんが若かりし頃の堀込弟に似ててめっちゃイケメンだった。ギター3本だけあって音の厚みが半端ないけど、それに負けないベースの音が良い。あとギターの啓介さんギターめっちゃ上手いなぁと思ったけど単純に私が好みのギターだったというのもあるかも(友達に言ったら私が好きそうなギターだよねって話になった)

から知ってたけど光村さん歌上手い。今が一番上手いんじゃないか?ってぐらい声に厚みと伸びがあって聴いてて気持ち良い。2曲目にやった曲が一番好きだった。光村さんが割りとフロアを見るタイプ(NICOの時そんなだったっけ?とは思ったけど初期の頃しかライブ行ってないから分からない…)で目が合いそうで怖くてあまり見れなかった…笑 本当にミュージシャンの視界に一秒でも入りたくないので…(自意識がすごい)

演奏も歌も上手くて聴いてて楽しかったな。こんな事言うと完全に悪口だが私は田中さんが色々なバンドを略す呼び方のノリが寒くて苦手なんだけど、それに付き合って合わせてくれるZIONメンバー感謝した…。あれやめてくんないかな…。正直ACIDMANのやつは本当嫌なんよ…。バインファンがあの呼び方ACIDMAN呼んでると悲しくなる…。あくま個人的感情からあれだし自由なんだけどね…。

ライブ始まる前に古い曲とかいいから全曲アルバムの曲やって欲しいって友達に話してて、それは無理でしょ〜って会話してたけど蓋を開ければほぼアルバムの曲で歓喜

曲の感想など。

·Ophelia、アニキギター最高過ぎる〜!!!本当好き…。心の中で発狂してた笑 この曲なんか神聖な感じがして田中さんの歌にめちゃくちゃ酔ってしまう…。ライブで沢山聴きたい!!!

·この日のNOSのギターカッコ良すぎた!!ライブアニキばっかり見てるのやめよ…って思ってたのにめちゃくちゃアニキばっかり見てた…笑 位置的に金やんとアニキしかちゃんと見えなかったってのもあるけど…。

·アマテラス爆音聴くの最高。バインにしてはかなり音大きめだったけど耳が壊れるレベル爆音でなければ割りと大きめの音で聴きたいタイプなので嬉しい。曲への没入感が凄かった。途中アニキ田中さんの方に歩いて行って足元?をじーっと見ていた…。何か気になったのかな?

·UB、アニキギターソロアレンジしてあって嬉しい。アウトロが大好きなのでそこでこの曲イチ盛り上がってしまう…笑

·The Long〜、田中さんギターが良い。この日、金戸さんがよく見えたので金戸さんのベースも目で追えて楽しかった。普段ほとんど見えないので…(自分立ち位置的に)

·All Lightアニキギターソロ素敵〜って思って見てたら右側から田中さんの顔だけがにょきって出てきてめちゃくちゃビビる笑 屈んでフロアを見渡していたっぽい。本気でびっくりした笑

·田中さん例のポーズを取ったから実はもう熟れキた!!って喜んでたら田中さんの口上が始まったけど「字が小さくて読めん…」とグダグダになってて私は早く曲が聴きたくて田中さんが喋ってる時から既に頭を振っていた…笑 本当にこの曲大好き!!もう3回ぐらい聴きたかったしめちゃくちゃ踊り狂いたかったけどすごい浮きそうだったので自分なりにかなり控えに楽しんだ…笑

·何かの曲でアニキ地声カウントが聴こえてそれに合わせて演奏してたの珍しいなぁと思ったけど何の曲か忘れてしまった…笑

·アンコール最初光村さんと田中さん二人で登場。(光村さんが)暗いうちから出たがったと田中さんと光村さんが楽しそうに笑い合ってて二人の良い関係性がうかがえる。田中さんが「ミツムライオン!」って紹介したらライオン・キングの歌真似してて、そのクオリティーがまあまあ高くてびっくりした笑 田中さんステージネームないの?って光村さんに聞いて「ないです笑」って話から田中さんはあるって言ってて何か言ってたけど忘れた…笑 光村さんが「西川さんは?」って聞いたら「I need to kill、アニキ」って言ってて上手い…って思ったけど、田中さんがあまり適当な事言ってると怒られるから!って言ってて笑った。二人共アコギTHE BEATLES最後新曲と言われているNow and Thenを演奏田中さん曰く「まだ誰もやっとらんやろ」と思ってチョイスしたらしい。二人共歌上手いなぁ…と思って見てたら光村さんがどんどん田中さんに近寄っていって肩が触れ合うのでは…?と言う距離ギターを弾いていた…笑 その後サビで一つのマイクで二人で歌おうとして光村さんが田中さんの顔に急接近して田中さんがびっくりしていた…笑 結局一つのマイクで歌ってたけど田中さんちょっと離れてるの笑った。近付いてあげてくれ…笑 光村さんめっちゃ楽しそうだった。田中さん大好きなんだろうなぁ…。

·2曲目と3曲目はバインZIONメンバー全員で演奏アニキZIONの啓介さんにスライドバーを渡してそれを弾いた啓介さんが「めっちゃ良い!!」って感動しててアニキが「(付け方)逆もあり」って言って試してまた「めっちゃ良い!!」ってフロア見ながらキラキラの目で言ってて可愛かった笑 田中さん曰く二人は楽屋で機材の話ばかりしていたらしい。ZIONドラムの人はタンバリンベースの人も何故かギターステージ上にギターが6人いた笑

2曲目はローリング・ストーンズのAngry。こちらもまだ誰もやってないんじゃないか?との事。最新のアルバムからだし確かにな〜と思った。ギター全員のソロがあってベースの方が背面弾きをしててそれを見てめっちゃ笑顔になってるアニキ可愛かった〜!!(インスタにも写真上がってた)あと、ああやって聴く田中さんギターってやっぱちょっと変わった音作りしてるな〜と思う。

·3曲目はB.D.S。正直そんなに好きな曲じゃないけど…笑  あれだけの人数で弾くとめちゃくちゃ音が厚い。光村さんが歌うB.D.Sめっちゃ合うな〜と思ったけど田中さんが歌いだしたらやっぱこれだ!ってなる笑 啓介さんとアニキスライドギター合戦(?)最高だったし啓介さんのギターめっちゃ良いわ〜ってなった後アニキギター聴いたらやっぱアニキギターが一番好きってなる現象…笑

アニキが捌ける時にドラムの方と啓介さんとがっちり握手して光村さんの腰辺りをぽんってして何か話しかけてにこにこになる光村さんが可愛い…。全体的にあんな楽しそうにしてる光村さん初めて見たかも。

その他の覚え書き

·この日、アニキめちゃくちゃにこにこしてて本当可愛かった…!!特にZION面子とやってる時はめっちゃ笑顔こちもつられてニコニコしてしまう笑 ニコニコ→数秒後真顔の繰り返しがちょっと面白かった笑

·B.D.S前、アニキギターをいじってて、田中さんが曲いっても良いかな〜って横目で見てたらアニキが手で「どうぞ(曲始めて下さい)」ってやってたの何か微笑ましかった。

·とにかく光村さんとアニキニコニコ具合いがすごかった。本当楽しそうで見てるこっちもHAPPY気持ちになりました…♡

セットリスト

1.雀の子

2.UB(You bet on it)

3.NOS

4.The Long Bright Dark

5.Ophelia

6.ねずみ浄土

7.アマテラス

8.SEX

9.All right

10.実はもう熟れ

11.それは永遠

12.Redey to get started

E.N

1.now And Then(THE BEATLESカバー)

2.Angry(THE Rolling Stonesカバー)

3.B.D.S

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