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🌸 OMY Poses Ellora Sit 2
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💚 Blueberry - Gift Dress - December 2023
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This week in 1967, stacking of the AS-501 stages for the Apollo 4 mission began at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center and was completed with the placement of the Instrument Unit on Feb. 25. The Apollo 4 mission was the first all-up test of the Saturn V rocket, designed to test all aspects of the Saturn V launch vehicle. Mission objectives included testing of structural integrity, compatibility of launch vehicle and spacecraft, heat shield and thermal seal integrity, overall reentry operations, launch loads and dynamic characteristics, stage separation, launch vehicle subsystems, the emergency detection system, and mission support facilities and operations. The mission was deemed a successful test. The Saturn V was designed at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center. Now through December 2022, NASA will mark the 50th anniversary of the Apollo Program that landed a dozen astronauts on the Moon between July 1969 and December 1972, and the first U.S. crewed mission -- Apollo 8 -- that circumnavigated the Moon in December 1968. The NASA History Program is responsible for generating, disseminating and preserving NASA's remarkable history and providing a comprehensive understanding of the institutional, cultural, social, political, economic, technological and scientific aspects of NASA 's activities in aeronautics and space. For more pictures like this one and to connect to NASA's history, visit the Marshall History Program's webpage.
Image credit: NASA
Testing one, two and now, three.
Radio frequency testing has begun on the first Orion spacecraft that will fly around the Moon for the Artemis 1 mission, just two weeks after thermal and environmental tests were completed at NASA’s Plum Brook Station in Ohio, USA.
Electromagnetic compatibility or EMC testing is routine for spacecraft. All electronics emit some form of electromagnetic waves that can cause interference with other devices. Think of the buzz that speakers give out right before an incoming call on a mobile phone.
Spacecraft electronics can cause similar interference, but out in space such interference can have disastrous consequences, so all systems must be checked before launch.
EMC tests often take place in a special shielded room constructed of metal walls and doors and foamy spikes (aka Absorbers) that block out unwanted external electromagnetic radiation, like ESA’s Maxwell chamber at its technical site in the Netherlands.
Though not an EMC chamber, Plum Brook’s thermal vacuum chamber is made of aluminium that does provide electromagnetic shielding, making it a suitable substitute.
To test electronics, the spacecraft will simulate a flight in realistic conditions with most of its subsystems and equipment powered and in operational mode.
The electronics are first tested for compatibility in this electromagnetic shielded chamber. Equipment will be switched on to test whether they do potentially disturb one another.
In the second round of tests, electromagnetic fields will be applied using antennas around the spacecraft to test the susceptibility to interference from external sources. The Orion capsule is equipped with electromagnetic field sensors to take measurements as the disturbance frequencies are injected into the chamber.
While all subsystems are a potential source of radio frequency noise, of particular interest are the transmitters that intentionally generate radio frequencies. These can easily disturb other equipment sensitive to electromagnetic noise, like GPS receivers, tele-command modules and other communication elements.
Orion’s European Service Module provides power, propulsion, and crew life support.
ESA experts are on site monitoring all tests alongside NASA colleagues as Orion moves closer to its first flight without a crewaround the Moon.
Find more in depth coverage of all things Orion on the blog.
Credits: ESA
NANITAS DESIGNA - Linda Skin - FATPACK @WitchHunt
Compatibility:
-2K BOM EVOX, 2 Fantasy Tones and 2 Natural Velour Tones
Tones: Porcelain,Blush,Vivid Pink and Fairy Pink
Variations of:
-Brown and No Brow Skin
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Lel EvoX Noel
LaraX
RAWR! Blossom earrings
WINGS EF0610
*COCO*Oversized fur
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★ Hot New Release for TMD Event - opens July 5th, 2024★ The Alaric shoes, designed for men this round, are sleek and chic in design and look amazing with any outfit!
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Loki - Holly Butterfly Top FATPACK
♥ 14 Colors
♥ Each Top Includes 2 Sleeve Options; Sheer & Solid.
♥ Each Color Pack Includes HUD For Sleeves Type.
♥ FATPACK Has more Customization Options.
♥ Comes with Alpha to fit Top.
♡ Body Compatibility:
✿ Maitreya X
✿ Legacy + Perky
✿ Ebody Reborn + Waifus
★ Taxi ---> K u s t o m 9
This is my very first 'Moc'. The idea was to create a building inspired in the Haussmann style present in most of central Paris, without any piece count limit that would keep the modular compatibility and the minifig scale. So this is not a direct replica of any particular one. The street name is also fictional, there is no 'Boulevard des Lumières' in Paris, but its spirit is highly Parisian.
Digital Instructions Available -> store.brickester.com/l/boulevarddeslumieres
When it comes down to scale modeling with Legos a lot has happened over the last years. Its more and more recognized as a true scale modelers medium, and I think that is great. About three years ago I decided to build more different things then only the trucks that I had built so far. I built Harley Davidsons, Hot rods, and started with trains.
After the two big 1:16 scaled American diesels, I thought it would be nice to have something dynamic for events: A true scale locomotive on actual Lego rail gauge. I opted for the Union Pacific Big Boy: (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Union_Pacific_Big_Boy).
There are already many models of this type of locomotive but I wanted one for myself as it has always appealed to me since I was a kid. I did some math calculating back from the Lego track gauge, coming to a 1:38 scale.
Building such a big locomotive to run on Lego rail is a bit of a challenge. I had to deal with the following facts:
-The standard Lego curve is too tight for such a long locomotive. Therefor I choose the Radius 104 aftermarket rail.
-The wheels are not existing as such. In diameter 45 mm there is nothing available from the shelf. I worked together with Jaap Kroon to design and 3D print a set of custom wheels. To make it look more realistic I chose to add the valve gear as well. We designed the valve gear with Lego compatibility in the back of our heads. It should not become too fine compared to the bricks.
-Power. This thing is heavy. And it has a lot of batteries to add to the weight. The solution was three genuine Lego Power Functions XL engines directly geared to the axles of the tender. I chose the tender to push the locomotive as it was much more convenient to house the engines and batteries there. In order to get all the ‘juice’ to the engine I chose a regular RC Battery pack and the Tamiya connector was hooked up to a PF cable. To control it I mounted a SBrick, so there is no restriction of battery power in the whole system.
-Lights. I wanted to add some realistic lights as well. Initially I wanted a smoke generator but the proper 5V kit was not available anymore, so I dropped it (for now). Rob from Brickstuff.com supplied a very cool lightkit for the locomotive.
It includes a dimmer for the contour lights. All in all there is about 2 meters of wire in the locomotive. It took me about 2.5 months to finish.
Specifications (locomotive and tender)
Length: +/- 106 cm
Width: +/- 9 cm
Height: +/- 13 cm
Bricks: +/- 3400
A big thanks to Rob @ www.brickstuff.com and Jaap Kroon for the 3D printing support.
Muse - Miss Priss - Dress - FATPACK
♥ 11 Colors + 11 Patterns for Corset , Bra, Skirt, & Sleeves.
♥ On & Off Option for Bra & Skirt.
♥ Transparency Options for Bra, Skirt, & Sleeves.
♥ Dress is fully Customizable.
♡ Body Compatibility:
✿ Legacy + Perky
✿ Ebody Reborn + Juicy Boobs + Teacups + Vtech
★ Taxi --> Kustom 9
It features Canon’s EOS Integrated Cleaning System, Live View Function, a powerful DIGIC III Image Processor, plus a new 12.2-megapixel CMOS sensor and is available in a kit with the new EF-S 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 IS lens with Optical Image Stabilizer. The EOS Rebel XSi’s refined, ergonomic design includes a new 3.0-inch LCD monitor, compatibility with SD and SDHC memory cards and new accessories that enhance every aspect of the photographic experience.
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Out now! - Official Flickr post will follow eventually.
Marketplace:
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Name still in progress - pondering keeping my samurai armor naming scheme or being witty \ dull. (WAR SHOULDERS! ...nah.... but don't tempt me...)
Anyways! This is not the final release textures but its 90% of the way there. It will come with 3 variants: Plain with patch ( shown on right) - this fits the modern aesthetic as a kevlar\soft body armor shoulder armor solution (W/ full perm patch texture which is the same texture as from my "VALKYRIE PLATE CARRIER" - so if you made one previously you can drag and drop it for 100% cross compatibility)
The other 2 variants will be Sci-Fi \ Cyberpunk (Left one with dat' glow because people love glow!) - will have 2 versions - one as seen and one without the 3 circles glow but with the line glow.
These will come in my standard colors + white fabric for a first time + Full perm armor plate textures - Black\White + Clean \ Worn Variants - so you can add any unit designations or logos etc to it)
Keep tuned for the official release!
Music Mood:
Aloe - Vanessa Choker FATPACK
♥ 30 Color Options
♥ 3 Chain Styles
♥ 5 Metal Colors
♥ Modifyable
♡ Body Compatibility:
✿ Legacy
✿ Ebody Reborn
★ Taxi ---> K u s t o m 9
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Butterfly Kiss Heels – Elegance in Every Step
A luxurious and detailed pair of heels designed to complement the Butterfly Kiss Set or elevate any outfit with sophistication. Crafted with precision for a realistic and stylish look in Second Life.
Instructions:
Compatibility:
Supports Legacy Classic, Legacy Perky, Maitreya Lara, Lara Petite, Lara X, Lara X Petite, Reborn, Reborn Waifus, Belleza Gen X Classic, and Curvy. Make sure to wear the correct version for your body.
Additional Effects:
• Glow can be added for extra shine.
• Full Bright can be enabled for enhanced brightness.
• Recommendation: For a realistic look, keep Full Bright off and Glow at minimum or off.
Enhance the Shine:
For an even more dynamic and realistic sparkle, pair your Butterfly Kiss Heels with Plastic Gemlight—a special product that adds extra brilliance and elegance to your look.
★ Hot New Release for The Dark Style Fair- opens October 5th, 2023 ★ Tempest Heel has a heel that will slay for days!
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ESA’s exoplanet-characterising Cheops satellite being prepared for electromagnetic compatibility testing inside the Maxwell chamber at ESTEC, the Agency’s technical heart in Noordwijk, the Netherlands.
Once the chamber’s main door is sealed, Maxwell’s 12 m-high metal walls form a ‘Faraday Cage’, blocking electromagnetic signals from outside. The ‘anechoic’ foam pyramids covering its interior absorb internal signals – as well as sound – to prevent any reflection, mimicking the infinite void of space.
Once switched on Cheops was illuminated with a two-way radio beam. The satellite was then rotated and tilted through various angles to detect any potentially harmful electromagnetic ‘cross-talk’ that might occur between its subsystems. Testing also ruled out any radio emissions arising from the satellite that might interfere with its launcher during its rise to orbit.
ESA’s Cheops satellite will measure the sizes of known exoplanets by detecting tiny fluctuations in the light of their parent stars. Cheops, or ‘CHaracterising ExOPlanet Satellite’, combines a state-of-the-art scientific performance with a compact design – 1.5 m by 1.4 m by 1.5 m in size, it weighs in at about 300 kg fully fuelled – allowing it to be flown as a secondary passenger on a Soyuz launcher inside its ASAP-S adapter.
Last month, once its ESTEC test campaign was complete, Cheops left ESTEC for Airbus Defence & Space’s facility in Madrid to undergo further evaluation, including testing of its solar arrays, a ‘leak check’ of its propulsion module and a fit-check with its launcher adapter.
Once all tests are done, the satellite is planned for launch next year from Europe’s Spaceport in French Guiana.
ESA–G. Porter
think twice, but never blink. start something new, EXIST.
✦ Includes
Exist Light – 2Li
Start Sign (STOP) – 2Li
Cig Light – 2Li
Frame: “Inspired By The Fear of Being Average” – 2Li
Banner: “Open Your Eyes” – 4Li
Floor Sign: “If You See This, It’s a Sign.” – 2Li
All items include PBR + Legacy textures for full compatibility.
✦ Permissions
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Acquired earlier in 2022, along with the Steam Dreams business, 61306 has been in the workshops at Crewe to be fitted with air brakes for compatibility with the LSL stock.
Testing and familiarisation with the locomotive has been going on at the Severn Valley Railway using the train of 6 LSL Mk3 coaches kept there.
Unfortunately these didn't run last Thursday and Friday when the weather was best behaved but there was the promise of some favourable weather this morning, the sun even made a brief appearance but not exactly when needed.
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a friend of mine has kindly lent me his CANON 1D4 for the weekend to evaluate compatibility with a view to me upgrading .heres 4 shots taken this evening after the rain cleared ,looks pretty good to me .just got to do a proper test now with a 7D2 thats set up properly and i'll make my mind up
★ Item ★ The Satan sneakers are unisex with amazing chain and stud detailings!
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★ Hot New Release for N21 + Giveaway- opens April 21st, 2024 ★ The Astra Heels are cute low heels with lots of detail, and they even come with the cute anklets shown in the AD!
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★ Comes with a Color Control HUD for changeable color options ★
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My LEGO MOC, "Live from Space! Lives of Astronauts" is compatible with the new LEGO CITY 60350 Lunar Research Base! Connect the airlocks to expand the habitable volume!
Bangin’ Boho! This slinky slip dress is unforgettable from every angle. Ultra femme straps make this collection a win for summer. The necklaces are included this time. Enjoy <3
-6 mesh dresses (HUD) *materials* enabled
-6 mesh necklaces (HUD) *materials* enabled
-fitted mesh option
Mesh? Yes
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*This product has been tested for compatibility with mesh avatars. Our finding is that it looks best with the “Maitreya Lara” and also the “Belleza Venus” depending on your shape settings underneath. Please be sure to try the demo to see if this works well for your fit preferences.
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★ Hot New Release for Kinky Event- The event opens on FEB 28th, 2024! ★ The Naute heels are a cute and smexy pair of heels with hearts & chains with charms for details and come in two different versions!
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The Davina boots are sexy with detailing that would look good with any outfit!
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Title.
Morning table and street.
( LUMIX G3 shot )
Manhattan. New York. USA. 2017. … 4 / 7
Images.
ELLEGARDEN – The End Of The World
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My new novel.
B♭ (B Flat)
This is my ninth novel.
The following is only the first draft. I'll be revising it a lot.
(It is, of course, not the final version.)
This is a continuation of Part 6. The previous part can be found here
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My New Novel.
B♭ (B Flat)
“…What’s that?”
Ana’s question went unanswered. Amir only stared at the surface of the river.
The edge of the cloth around the body fluttered, revealing half of a man’s face—pale, rigid, and yet retaining an expression that was almost serene. So still that it was as if he were still adrift in a dream.
Professor Zakaria Haddad—
It would be some time yet before Ana learned that this was his name.
“Don’t move! Hands behind your head! Lie face down!”
The sharp, cracking voice tore through the tranquil air of the park.
From deep within the park, uniformed officers came running down the gentle slope of the grass. Some stopped, aiming their weapons in this direction, their gaze fixed squarely on Amir.
Unruffled, Amir quietly crouched beside Nadia.
“Nadia, here—keep this for me.”
He held out the sketch from earlier.
A half-open door, a curtained window, a house veiled in shadow.
Nadia’s eyes widened as she looked at him.
“Why…?”
“Because it’s not over yet.”
With that, Amir rose slowly to his feet. His gentle smile shifted, replaced by a cool, detached stare directed at the officers.
“Amir! What are you—” Ana began, moving toward him, but he glanced back briefly.
“Thank you, Ana. I could only come here because you were here.”
Those words slipped into the wind, and then he ran—kicking through the reeds, sliding over the grass, vaulting a handrail, and vanishing toward the skate park beyond.
“Cut him off! Don’t let him get away!”
Officers shouted into their radios, some breaking into a sprint.
Instinctively, Ana spread her arms as if to shield the children.
In a small voice, Nadia murmured,
“…Why is he leaving…?”
The scent of the wind shifted.
Interwoven with the river’s smell was a faint breath of damp air, drifting up from underground. Beyond it, in the construction zone between the park and the redevelopment area, a rusted iron hatch just beyond the chain-link fence eased shut with a metallic clank. When one of the pursuing officers reached the spot, all that remained were the footprints on the ground and the slightly ajar hatch.
The stench of sewage, the tang of rusted metal. A faint sound of water.
And as Amir’s shadow slipped—quietly, but unmistakably—into the depths beneath the city, the first explosion erupted far below the Domino Sugar Refinery.
The blast tore through the silence, sending a tremor rumbling outward. Ancient brick walls cracked with a sharp report. A vast plume of smoke and dust rose at once, rattling windowpanes until they burst, scattering shards in every direction. Steel beams groaned, and walls bereft of support sagged before slowly giving way. The heavy building’s collapse, steeped in history, sounded like the groan of a giant waking from a centuries-long slumber.
A few minutes earlier, a small helicopter carrying a local news crew had been flying south along the Brooklyn waterfront. The river’s surface quivered faintly; the city was not yet fully awake. Morning shadows lay neatly arrayed between the rooftops, while a line of birds traced the sky. Below, life seemed nothing but tranquil.
Off the port side, toward the low sky above Kent Avenue, a sudden pillar of white smoke rose.
“…Hold on, there’s smoke…” The female reporter’s voice wavered in the headset as the pilot tilted the aircraft. The camera’s zoom found the plume just as the refinery’s roof trembled—lifting slightly with the blast of dust—while the old brick walls split with a vicious crack. Steel beams bowed; glass burst upward into the sky like a flurry of snow.
The roar shook the air, its vibration spreading in ripples from deep within the ground. The sheer mass and sluggish surrender of the collapsing structure could be felt even through sight alone.
Peering into the viewfinder, the reporter let out a small gasp. The pilot banked gently, bringing the frame closer to the smoke.
“…Viewers, there has just been a major explosion here on the Brooklyn waterfront. The smoke is… spreading rapidly.” Her voice, caught between shock and tension, quickened as it chased the unfolding scene. The camera stayed locked on the details—the fractures in the brick, the bending of steel, the moment the glass disintegrated into powdery shards.
And before she could finish her commentary, another column of smoke erupted in the far right of the frame—this time about four miles inland, at 316 Rutledge Street Tower, just east of Broadway.
The skeletal frame of the nearly completed high-rise shook violently, sparks bursting from its joints. Concrete floor slabs sheared layer by layer, the force of their collapse cascading downward in a chain reaction. Even from above, one could see the building’s form being pulled apart by gravity.
“…This is… another building. I believe this is the Rutledge Street Tower, farther inland in Brooklyn. A second… explosion.”
The helicopter’s camera swung toward it, catching the exact moment the frame shuddered and the joints spat fire. Concrete floors pancaked, the destruction leaping from level to level in plain view from the aerial shot.
The reporter drew in her breath. “…This is a coordinated—multiple—” She bit off the rest, for a third plume was already piercing the pale morning sky.
“…A third one. North along Kent Avenue… near Wythe, perhaps? A new residential building…”
Through the zoom, brand-new windows shattered in unison, scattering bright fragments into the sunlight. Interior staircases collapsed as if seized by the wind, the framework gradually losing its shape.
The smoke soon blanketed the city, drifting out over the river. A gray curtain, its edges tinged gold by the sun, wavered in the air. Brooklyn’s colors seemed to drain away, centered on three circles of ruin.
“…The dust is… covering the city. This is…” Her voice rasped, the ending trembling. The camera showed Brooklyn’s waterfront wrapped in smoke, which spread slowly over the river, haloed faintly in gold by the sun.
“…We’re bringing you the scene as it unfolds… but this is no accidental fire. Three incidents at once—clearly intentional—” She cut herself off, quickly amending, “Details remain unclear,” because the male crew member beside her had shaken his head.
On the ground, patrons at a café along Kent Avenue had first only craned their necks to see the smoke. Fingers around coffee cups began to stiffen; smiles faded. Then came the deep bass resonance, vibrating through walls and floors, followed by a delayed tremor that traveled up their spines—at which point chairs toppled and people began to run. Glass crunched underfoot. Around the corner, reddish dust curled like a living thing, swallowing the shadows of utility poles. Coughs, children crying, hands raised with smartphones. Sirens swelled from several directions, and people scattered as though chased by the sound.
In the Manhattan newsroom, breaking-news banners flashed red, the helicopter feed filling the screen behind the anchor desk. Collapsing brick, twisting steel, glass glittering in the sun—all played again and again in slow motion, pressing the studio air heavier with each loop.
“This is clearly planned—” a male commentator began, but the anchor interjected, “We cannot confirm that yet.” Views from ground and air overlapped, burning into the viewers’ eyes the image of a city drowned in smoke.
Meanwhile, on a quiet pier on the Manhattan side, Rafi stood alone. The river was smooth as a mirror, but across the water, the skyline was losing its shape in slow motion. The distant explosions reached him like thunder in the chest, the scent of metal and cordite carried on the wind. Narrowing his eyes, he watched the crumbling city as though it were a single painting.
In the depths of his mind, another city rose—the streets of his hometown, long since buried in rubble. Charred stone walls, the scent of blood, a sky blurred with dust. The roar of bombing in Gaza had always been paired with the strange stillness that followed. In that moment when cries went silent and only the wind remained—
That silence had stolen back into his ears now.
The three buildings were performing, almost in unison, an architecture of collapse.
The roar cleaved the city’s quiet, as if to declare the beginning of Rafi’s revenge. Standing in the cold wind, he savored the way past memories and present plans intertwined. The smell of dust and smoke called forth old pain. Anger and calculation, held deep in his chest, seemed to breathe in the same rhythm.
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
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iTunes Playlist Link::
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Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
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3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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Title.
朝のテーブルと通り。
( LUMIX G3 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 4 / 7
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ELLEGARDEN … The End Of The World
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B♭ （ビーフラット）
第9弾。
以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだまだまだまだ推敲します。
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
第６弾のつづきです。以前のは以下です。
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「……あれ、何？」
アナの問いにアミールは返事をせず、ただ川面を凝視した。
遺体の布の端がひるがえり、男の片頬がのぞいた。
青白く、硬直し、しかしどこか穏やかな表情すら残している。あまりに静かで、まるでまだ夢のなかにいるようだった。
教授、ザカリア・ハッダード──
それが彼の名前だったのだと、アナが知るのは、まだ少し先のことだ。
「動くな！ 両手を頭の後ろに回してうつ伏せ！」
鋭い、割れるような声が、穏やかな公園の空気を裂いた。
公園の奥から制服姿の警官たちが、芝生の緩やかな斜面を駆け下りてくる。何人かは立ち止まって、こちらへ銃口を向けている。視線はアミール、一点に注がれていた。
アミールは動じることなく、そっとナディアの隣にしゃがみ込んだ。
「ナディア、これ──君が持ってて」
彼は、さきほどのスケッチを差し出した。
半開きの扉、カーテンのかかった窓、影のある家。
ナディアは目を丸くし、彼の顔を見た。
「どうして……？」
「まだ、全部終わってないから」
そう言うと、アミールは静かに立ち上がった。優しい笑みを切り替え、冷めた視線を警官らへ向けた。
「アミール！ なにを──」
アナが駆け寄ろうとしたとき、彼は短く振り返った。
「ありがとう、アナ。君がいたから、ここに来られた」
その言葉が風に混じると、彼は駆け出した。
葦を蹴り、芝を滑り、手すりを越えて奥のスケートパークへ向かって消えてゆく。
「囲め！ 逃がすな！」
警官たちが無線で叫び、何人かが走り出す。
アナは思わず子どもたちの前に立ちはだかるように手を広げた。
ナディアが、小さな声でつぶやいた。
「……どうして、行くの……？」
風の匂いが変わった。
川の匂いに混じって、地下から湿った空気がかすかに流れてきた。その先、公園と再開発エリアのあいだにある工事用の金網の奥、錆びた鉄板のふたが、わずかに開かれ、カタンと音を立てて閉じるのが見えた。追いかけた警官の一人がその場所にたどり着いたとき、地面に残された靴跡と、かすかに開いた蓋だけが残されていた。
下水の異臭と錆びた鉄の匂い。微かな水音。
アミールの影が、静かに、けれど確かにこの街の地下へと吸い込まれていくのと同時に、静寂を破るようにして、最初の爆発がドミノ・シュガー・リファイナリーの地下深くで炸裂した。轟音と共に地響きが広がり、古びたレンガ造りの壁が音を立てて割れ始める。巨大な煙と粉塵が一気に立ち上り、窓ガラスがビリビリと震え、破片が辺りに散らばった。鉄骨の梁が軋み、支えを失った壁がゆっくりと崩れ落ちていく。重厚な建物が、歴史とともに音を立てて崩れていく様は、まるで長い眠りから目覚めた巨人の呻きのようだった。
そのわずか数分前、ブルックリンの川沿いを、地域情報番組の撮影クルーを乗せた小型ヘリが南下していた。川面は薄く揺らぎ、街はまだ目覚めきらない。屋根と屋根のあいだに溜まった朝の影が規則正しく並び、空には鳥が一筋の軌跡を描いていた。その下にある生活の気配は、どこまでも穏やかに見えた。
機体の左側、遠くケントアヴェニュー方面の低い空に、ふっと白い煙柱が立ち上がった。
「……ちょっと待って、今、煙が……」
女性レポーターの声がヘッドセット越しに揺れ、操縦士が軽く機体を傾ける。カメラのズームが煙を捉えた瞬間、ドミノ・シュガー・リファイナリーの屋根が、粉塵の噴き上がりとともにわずかに持ち上がるように震え、古びたレンガの壁が音も鋭く裂けていく。鉄骨の梁が軋み、窓ガラスが粉雪のように空へ散っていった。
轟音は空気を震わせ、地面の奥から波紋のように広がった。建物が崩れていく姿からその重さと鈍さが視覚にも伝わってくる。
カメラのファインダーを覗いていた女性レポーターが、息を飲むように声を漏らす。操縦士が小さく機体を傾け、画面がゆっくりと煙の方向へ寄っていく。
「……視聴者の皆さん、今、ブルックリンのウォーターフロントで……大きな爆発が起きたようです。煙が……すごい勢いで広がっています」
彼女の声は、驚きと緊張が入り混じって、言葉を追いかけるように少し速くなった。カメラはその場面を逃さず追い、レンガ壁の亀裂、鉄骨が弓のようにしなる様子、窓ガラスが粉雪のように散っていく瞬間まで、克明に捉えていく。
そしてまだ彼女が説明を終えぬうちに、画面の右奥で、もう一筋の白煙が爆ぜるように立ち上った。ケントアヴェニューからブロードウェイを東へ４マイルほど進んだ３１６ルートレッジ・ストリート・タワーで、二度目の爆発が起きた。まだ完成間近の鉄骨の骨組みが大きく揺れ、接合部から火花が散る。コンクリートの床板が層ごとに割れ、崩壊の衝撃が階層を伝って連鎖的に広がっていく。空から見ても、重力に引きずられるように形が失われていくのがわかる。
「……ええと、今度は別の建物です。場所は……こちら、ブルックリンの内陸側、ルートレッジ・ストリート・タワーと思われます。二つ目の……爆発です」
ヘリのカメラが慌ただしく方向を切り替え、まだ完成間近の高層ビルの骨組みが大きく揺れ、接合部から火花が散る瞬間を捉える。
コンクリートの床板が層ごとに崩れ落ち、その衝撃が階層を伝って連鎖的に破壊を広げていく様が、空撮の俯瞰からもはっきり見えた。
女性レポーターは息を呑み、
「……これは、連続した何かです。同時に、複数の……」と言いかけ、続けようとした言葉をさらに飲み込んだ。
なぜなら三つ目の煙が、まだ薄青い朝の空に突き刺すように昇り始めたからだ。
「……三つ目です。ケントアヴェニューを北に……あれはワイス・アベニュー付近でしょうか、新しい住宅ビルが……」
ズームの奥で、新築の窓ガラスが一斉に砕け、陽光を反射しながら細かな破片となって舞い上がる。
内部の階段が風にさらわれたように崩れ、骨組みがしだいに形を失っていく。
煙はやがて街を覆い、川面へも流れ込んだ。太陽の光を透かした灰色の幕が、黄金色の縁を帯びながらゆらめく。ブルックリンは三つの爆心を中心に、まるで巨大な円が重なり合うように色を失っていった。
「……粉塵が……街を覆っていきます。これは……」彼女の声がかすれ、語尾が震えた。
カメラ越しに見えるブルックリンの一帯は、三つの崩壊現場を中心に煙幕に包まれ、その煙はゆっくりと川面へも流れ込み、太陽の光を透かしながら、ぼんやりと黄金色の縁を帯びている。
「……現場の様子をお伝えしていますが……これは偶発的な火災ではありません。同時に三つ……明らかに何らかの意図が……」と彼女は言いかけ、すぐに「詳細はまだ不明です」と言葉を修正した。同乗していた男性クルーが首を横に振っていたからだ。
地上では、ケントアヴェニュー沿いのカフェの外席でコーヒーを飲んでいた人々が、最初はただ首を伸ばし、煙の方向を見ていた。カップを持つ指先が徐々に強張り、唇から笑みが消えていく。やがて重低音の余韻が壁や床を震わせ、遅れて届く揺れが背骨を伝った瞬間、椅子を倒して走り出す者が現れた。ガラス片が靴底で砕かれ、乾いた音を立てる。角を曲がれば、赤茶色の粉塵が生き物のように渦を巻き、電柱の影を飲み込んでいく。咳き込む声、泣き出す子ども、スマートフォンを掲げる手。サイレンが複数の方向から近づき、その音に追われるように人々は散っていった。
マンハッタンのニュース局では、速報テロップが赤く点滅し、背後の大型スクリーンにヘリの映像が映し出されていた。
崩れ落ちるレンガ、ねじ曲がる鉄骨、陽光を浴びて舞うガラス片――それらがスローモーションで繰り返されるたび、スタジオの空気はさらに重くなる。男性コメンテーターが「これは明らかに計画的な……」と呟くが、キャスターは「情報はまだ不確かです」と言葉を差し挟む。地上と空からの視点が重なり、視聴者の網膜に煙に沈む街並みが焼き付いていく。
その頃、マンハッタン側の静かな埠頭には、ラフィが立っていた。川面は鏡のように穏やかだが、対岸の街では煙がゆっくりと輪郭を崩していく。遠くの爆発音は雷鳴のように胸に届き、鉄と硝
煙の匂いが風に乗って漂ってくる。ラフィは目を細め、崩れゆく街並みをひとつの絵画のように見つめ続けた。
彼の胸の奥には、別の街の光景が重なっていた。かつて瓦礫に沈んだ故郷の通り。焼けた石壁、血の匂い、粉塵でかすむ空。ガザで聞いた爆撃の轟音は、いつもその後に訪れる異様な静寂と対になっていた。人々の叫びが途切れ、風の音だけが残るあの瞬間――その沈黙が、今また耳に忍び込んでくる。
三つの建物は、ほぼ同時に崩壊の美学を演じていた。
轟音は街の静けさを断ち切り、ラフィの復讐の始まりを告げたようだった。彼は冷たい風に吹かれながら、過去の記憶と今の計画が交錯する感覚を噛みしめていた。瓦礫と煙の匂いが、かつての痛みを呼び覚ます。胸に秘めた怒りと冷静な計算が、同じテンポで呼吸しているようだった。
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Title:
Crossroads in March.
B♭ (B Flat)
A Novel by Mitsushiro Nakagawa
日本語のあらすじ等は下の方にあります😃
一部分の公開を更新しました。今回が最後です😃
“Synopsis”
A Palestinian group from Gaza hacks into North Korea’s cryptocurrency system, stealing hundreds of millions of dollars. Their true goal is not money—but to recreate the lost homeland of Gaza on American soil.
Amid the backdrop of hardline Republican immigration policies and a growing wave of xenophobia, a quiet plan begins to take shape: the gradual collapse of America from within.
During a speech at Madison Square Garden, Republican presidential candidate Justin Bradford is shot. Almost simultaneously in Los Angeles, former president Owen Reed is attacked at a rally for Democratic hopeful Ryan Bennett.
Two assassinations—mirroring one another—ignite a nation’s deepest divide. Yet, against all odds, Justin survives. His blood type is one in 2.5 million: the Bombay Blood Group.
The only person who can donate such blood is Anaya Patel, a community art facilitator working in Brooklyn. Her blood, stored in the Bellevue Hospital Blood Bank, is used for an emergency transfusion that saves the candidate’s life.
Jack Vance, an agent of the U.S. Secret Service, suspects a Gaza-based network behind the attacks. Together with Cameron Bartlett, the FBI Director of the Los Angeles Field Office, and Veronica Reeves, a senior investigator from New York, he begins to uncover a vast conspiracy.
Their investigation leads them to Rafi Gannam, a former architecture student at the Islamic University of Gaza, who has infiltrated redevelopment sites across Los Angeles and New York—embedding C4 explosives deep within beams and structural cores.
His targets: new residential districts where agents of ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and ERO (Enforcement and Removal Operations) live—symbols of “the order America built.”
Veronica urges the President to pursue dialogue to prevent further destruction, but President Grant M. Ranford refuses to listen.
Meanwhile, the recovering Justin and his Democratic rival Ryan appear on national television, calling for unity beyond political divisions.
Their words of reason, however, are drowned out when Grant takes the stage in Iowa, defiantly declaring: “We will never bow to terror.”
Among the crowd, Rafi’s operatives have already taken their positions.
As chaos erupts and the stage collapses, Amir Nasser—once Rafi’s comrade, haunted by the memory of his sister’s death in Gaza—tries desperately to halt the chain of destruction.
But Rafi’s conviction remains unshaken.
Under the twilight beneath the Williamsburg Bridge, amid the city’s fading noise, the two men part ways.
It is the boundary between prayer and vengeance, between hope and nothingness.
“Characters”
Anaya Patel – 25, Community Art Facilitator
Arjun Singh – 26, Anaya’s boyfriend, Luminatech Innovations
Mika Sato – 25, Anaya’s friend, Community Art Facilitator
Justin Bradford – 27, Republican Presidential Candidate
Eleanor Blake – 26, Justin’s fiancée
President Grant M. Langford – 61, Incumbent Republican President
Vice President Charles “Chuck” Baines – 64, Incumbent Republican Vice President
Ryan Bennett – 30, Democratic Presidential Candidate
Sophia Bennett – 30, Ryan’s wife
Owen Reed – 65, Former Democratic President
Jack Vance – 45, Secret Service, Former FBI Los Angeles Field Office
Ben Holloway – 30, Jack’s colleague
Darryl Ross – 29, Jack’s colleague
Elijah Kane – 28, Jack’s colleague
Marcus Dane – 45, FBI Los Angeles Field Office
Cameron Bartlett – 55, FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Field Office Director
Tom Caldwell – 38, FBI Technical Unit, Marcus’s subordinate
Veronica Reeves – 41, FBI Special Agent
Alexander Harris – 52, FBI New York Field Office, Field Office Director
Elliot Chen – 36, Technology Unit Chief
Alicia Monroe – 58, FBI Director
Zakaria Haddad – 51, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Engineering Professor, New York Team
Amir Nasser – 23, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Electronics Engineering, New York Team
Rafi Gannam – 32, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team
Rohan Shah – 29, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team
Majid Hamza – 47, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Information Technology, Los Angeles Team
Samira Hammad – 28, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Engineering, Los Angeles Team
Saeed Kabari – 35, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Business Administration, Los Angeles Team
Reem Nasser – 30, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Media Studies, Los Angeles Team
Noah Levi – 55, Israel, residing in Tel Aviv, Jewish
B♭ will be released worldwide on February 29, 2026.
Recently, director Ridley Scott remarked that streaming films and series have become dull.
I agree.
If you have two hours to spare for such stories, I ask for only two minutes of your time.
Two minutes with my novel will outlast those two hours.
I am confident of that.
Stay tuned.
Mitsushiro
October 9th, 2025
P.S.
Micchan — the man who challenges Netflix. 😃
Manhattan. New York. USA. 2017. ... 7 / 10
(Today's photo. It was previously unpublished, but has recently been re-edited from the original.)
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🌟 My New Novel: "B♭" (B Flat)
This is the 20th installment! 😄
The following is still in the first draft stage. I will revise it further.
•The order of the content being shared is random.
•This will be the final time I share partial excerpts.
The full novel will be released on February 28, 2026.
Please look forward to it! 😃
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English translation by GPT-5, in collaboration with Mitsushiro Nakagawa
“Jack, look at your phone. Another message just came through. The IP address traces to a branch of the New York Public Library near Grand Central — via the Stavros Niarchos Foundation.”
It was a FaceTime from Ben. He was standing by in the NYPD Midtown South command post just beside the Garden. Despite everything that was happening, Ben’s voice was calm.
Jack slid his finger across his iPhone and read the short line that appeared. The characters lay down carelessly, yet somehow they gave the sentence a shape.
— There’s an arched ceiling in the underground concourse of Grand Central. Come there. Jack Vance. And don’t come alone — though, of course, you won’t be alone. —
The message struck at the inside of Jack’s chest like a ringing.
The car threaded north along Vanderbilt Avenue and came up at the southern lip of Grand Central. The city had not quite woken; the damp that hid in the canyon between buildings carried the metallic smell of morning. Jack let off the gas and eased the black SUV to the curb, almost sliding it along. As the tires brushed the edge of the pavement, the remaining beads of rain on the road leapt up into streaks of light.
He pushed open the heavy door and stepped out. His shoes hit the cobbles a beat later. Once he turned to look down the street behind him, the red reflection of a siren flashed through a shop window and briefly lit the faces of passersby, whitening them for a single instant.
Weaving through that cut of light, Jack made for the stairs that led down to the concourse. The service door groaned with a slight metallic protest. Inside, a low hum, like the breathing of a subway, filled the space. A cold breath struck his cheeks, and from the depths of the HVAC ducts a distant station announcement blurred toward him.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Jack took the stairs of Grand Central two at a time. The amber lighting flowed across his soles; his footsteps linked together like the heartbeat of the terminal.
The iron handrail was cold, passing a faint tremor into his fingertips. From far down the stairs other footsteps layered over one another, keeping an old rhythm that led downward. The arched ceiling drew the air in gently; the lights spread a thin film of glow.
The concourse smelled of damp; the old brick walls seemed unable to forget past rains and exhaled them faintly. The floor tiles were dulled by years of feet; hairline cracks ran through them, where little memories of the city had gathered. Jack walked without attending to these things. His gaze was naturally drawn to the darkness at the far end of the corridor. The usual stream of commuters hurried past.
Weathered signs and bulletin boards clung to the walls like pillows for torn flyers. A cleaner dragged her mop in a single ribbon; beyond it, a lone bench sat as if sketching a pale loneliness.
The air that moved through the passage felt to Jack like the slow pulse of a city’s vein. He felt his breath fall into the same beat and kept walking.
Light touched the tiles at his feet and shadows stretched and swayed. The faint metallic noise of an escalator sounded somewhere far away; the gust from the stairs cooled the heat that had gathered in his body. The scent of the city, the underground damp, and the faint warmth of old lamps mixed; time began to melt slowly.
Stopping, Jack rubbed his palms and let his eyes roam. The hum all around carried a peculiar echo that blurred one’s sense of direction. He told himself he was only looking for “it,” somewhere in the concourse.
As he moved again, a high metallic scrape suddenly sliced the air. His neck muscles twitched and a tautness ran through the soles of his feet. Reflexively he froze; at the edge of his vision a receiver quivered.
Its cord, knotted with the weight of years, twisted; dusty metal glinted dully. A telephone that should have been unused rang out abruptly, like a festival bell — an alien note within the city’s hush. The sound was low but it made the air itself tremble.
Jack turned to it slowly. The heavy underground air seemed to press against the backs of his knees. All he heard was his own breathing and the faint vibration of the receiver. People flowed past as if nothing had happened: a mother led a child by the hand, an old man refolded his newspaper and tucked it under his arm, and moved on.
The receiver was calling to Jack. The call came from a tear in silence, spreading slowly like ink trembling on the reverse side of an old map. He reached out without speaking and picked up the handset. The metal was cold; that cold dropped reality onto his palm.
“…Jack.”
The voice was low but distinct. Its timbre made time seem to slip backward just a touch. He recognized the voice from online footage; yet unlike the voice heard on television, here it carried not a blade but the color of a distant sunset.
Through the receiver Jack felt the corridor’s edges, the bench’s solitude, the small scrap of paper on the floor trickle into the pauses of the conversation. The voice let the city’s details slide in through the window of speech.
“What’s up, Amir? Sounding a little low.” Jack’s voice was quiet and heavy, like a stone dropped to ground. Through the handset he heard Amir’s small nasal laugh.
“Sometimes you get down — you’re only human.”
The voice was calm and remote. It was not the public mask Amir sometimes wore, but something honed in shadow. During the call the brief chatter of a passing parent and child snapped into the line and then was gone.
“Listen carefully to what I’m going to say. Well, you’re probably recording.”
“Likewise,” Jack replied.
Amir’s words fell smoothly through the receiver, making tiny ripples on the tiled floor of the underground. The noise around them blurred once and then resolved again: the mother’s footsteps, the mop’s scrape, the distant clink of a vending machine — all intersecting with the rhythm of speech.
“I’m out of the team. The reason? I don’t want to watch more people die. That’s it.”
Jack felt the receiver’s pulse under his fingers. The voice tried on calm but Jack could hear a tremor beneath. The lights in the concourse blurred slightly with each of Amir’s sentences.
“Are you asking me to believe that? Your professor Zakaria says don’t talk like that — he went out in a big way.” Amir fell silent and let out an exhale that sounded like a laugh as if to shrug something off. At the corridor’s edge a child sucking on candy made a tiny wet sound that filled the space between words.
“So what now? Heartbroken?” Jack asked.
“Something like that. This detonator will destroy many buildings yet.”
That phrase punched through the little room inside the receiver. For an instant the light underground clouded faintly. Yet the corridor moved on as always; no one turned. The anomaly existed only in sound.
“Tell me exactly where, how many, what mechanism — brief. Don’t mix in jokes.” Jack’s tone chilled like ice cracking. Amir tried to explain calmly, but Jack listened more to the weight behind the words than to their particulars. In the pauses, the phone booth’s shadow stretched and traced a thin black groove across the floor.
“We weren’t trained terrorists, not professionals. The information was distributed piece by piece. Think of how betrayal would happen — like how I can call you now.” Amir’s voice was careful; not fearful. Jack pressed the receiver to his ear and felt the city’s everyday noises woven into the fabric of the explanation. An old woman adjusting her bag at the corridor’s edge, the faint opening of a shutter somewhere distant — the beginnings of small workdays.
“We infiltrated about five years ago. We planted C4 in the core of buildings that were being built then. Rafi studied architecture, so he knew where to place it. You’ve seen the collapse a million times online, you know how it looks. To detonate, you need an old phone that reads a ‘mute reader’ QR code. Along with it is a tablet I made myself. I embedded C4 into two-thirds of its battery. The tablet has old fingerprint authentication — the kind from a long time ago. I made two of them. One is in Los Angeles, one in New York.”
“So there are two detonators?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t the only one from the electronics department. Also, the phones that read the QR code are ancient, too specialized — they never caught on.”
“How do you trigger it?”
“There’s a special QR code placed on a site. You hold the phone up and read it. The QR is a 3D layer. The code rises in relief, deciphers itself, converts into a detonation code, and sends it by radio.”
“Radio? Not Wi‑Fi?”
“If it were Wi‑Fi you’d shut it down quickly. I modified the tablet. It’s not Wi‑Fi — it uses FM radio, like pirate radio.”
“We can jam the frequency.”
Amir laughed for a long moment before speaking.
“I set the app so the frequency can be changed arbitrarily. I also set it so that any signal sent to jam the frequency triggers the detonation. So either way, boom.”
Jack was silent for a little while, then asked,
“Where is the QR code located?”
“I don’t know. Everything was compartmentalized. Hardware production, QR placement, activation method. By scattering the flow, it seemed designed to deter betrayal.”
Silence fell again between them. Amir lifted his eyes from the ground and said,
“Jack, I’d tell you if I knew. Only those holding a mute reader would know. Today, that’s…”
“Just Rafi?”
“That’s right.”
Silence spread between them. The call hovered like thin ice. Jack’s breathing returned slowly to the present. The underground light was narrow but it marked him clearly.
“Why are you talking?”
“Like I said. I’m tired of people dying.”
“You knew you’d talk and yet Rafi let you go unharmed? Sounds too neat to be true.”
“Maybe I’m just making it up to dupe you.”
“Jack, take it easy. Amir, don’t move.”
Veronica’s composed voice cut into the call.
“Jack, he’s quite handsome in person.”
Amir, who was standing on the opposite side of the wall from Jack, holding a receiver himself, smiled at that.
The joke across the handset dried the damp air of the concourse a little. They were tracing different faces of the same space with their fingers.
Jack tightened his grip on the receiver and nodded softly. The nod felt like a small signal matched to the city’s beat and also like the announcement of yet another endless season.
Light in the corridor flowed slowly; shadows folded and layered; the conversation seeped into the tiles and sank.
Jack looked around slowly. The NYPD officers who routinely guarded Grand Central from terror stood at the entrances. Under Veronica’s orders, they had all focused on keeping Amir within range. Red and green laser dots from M4 carbines with Picatinny rails marked Amir’s feet. Likely the red came from the terminal’s NYPD contingent and the green from Veronica’s team. Two squads had lined up their sights to contain his movement. Of course, the sights were not on Amir’s forehead.
Suddenly a sharp smack of sound struck the receiver.
“Amir, who are you?” It was Ana.
Amir’s eyes widened for an instant then he recovered.
“Was I followed? Miss Patel. And who are you? Getting in Jack’s way.”
He shrugged with his thumb and pointed to his own feet, where the red and green laser dots rested. Ana stepped forward in her voice.
“Please. Come with Jack.”
Jack added, “For now, get arrested. We’ll hear the details with Veronica.”
Veronica said nothing; Jack assumed she nodded. He switched the receiver in his hand.
Amir laughed.
“If I were to say yes and surrender, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we? Look — trains are coming in. Watch your crosshairs.”
The concourse swelled with people in the early morning. New York breathed around the terminal. The stream of humanity was the city’s pulse, its very blood flow; warmth surged through the concourse.
When Ana shifted her gaze for a moment to that tide of people, she spoke calmly and gently.
“Please. To Jack.”
Amir’s smile fell when he met her look. He accepted Ana’s gaze and said,
“Do you remember the morning at the exhibition when we first met? That wasn’t an accident. I went there to kill you.”
Ana’s eyes went white. Life drained from her gaze; the surrounding clamor carried her away and it vanished. Then, softly, she said, why?
“If you disappear, Bombay Blood in America will be just Justin and me.”
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Across the nation television networks switched to breaking news. Anchors’ voices trembled as they searched for words; the screen held still images of the scene. Smartphone notifications chimed all at once, but what arrived felt less like words than an announcement of silence.
Social feeds filled in an instant; everyone stared at the frozen time on their screens.
“What is going on…?” Hands halted midreach as people watched the images. On distant street corners, in cafés, in offices, faces of people holding their breath were shown.
An old woman on a park bench gripped her bag; a mother with a child went speechless; a driver tightened his hands on the wheel. Silence took the city’s clamor, the suburbs’ stillness, the open fields of the countryside and wrapped them all together in a single deep breath.
Emergency responses began within government agencies. Phones rang; red alarms flashed on screens. A presidential aide lost words and the pen in his hand trembled. Hallways inside the White House fell quiet; only footsteps echoed.
Words could not be pinned down; fear and confusion spread like a chain. Emergency teams moved; experts began analysis. Reports, communications, camera footage — every piece of information crossed and re-crossed — yet the four had slipped through all eyes of surveillance.
Their silence left no record, but it scored a sure claw mark on the world’s timeline.
City, state, nation, the world — all inhaled together and froze in the same instant.
The four shadows completed their mission at the center of the world without being recognized, then dissolved as shadows into the curtain of night.
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
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For japanese
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-for-jap...
Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
For japanese
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-for-jap...
My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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3月の交差点。
僕の新しい小説
B♭ （ビーフラット） ……. Mitsushiro Nakagawa
“あらすじ”
北朝鮮の仮想通貨システムをハッキングし、数億ドルを奪取したガザ出身のパレスチナ人グループが、アメリカ合衆国へ密かに潜入する。
彼らの目的は、失われた祖国ガザを、アメリカの地に「復元」することだった。
共和党による強硬な移民政策と、国内にくすぶる排外感情を利用し、アメリカ社会を内側から崩壊させる計画が静かに進行していく。
共和党大統領候補ジャスティン・ブラッドフォードがマディソン・スクエア・ガーデンで演説中に狙撃され、ほぼ同時刻、ロサンゼルスでは前大統領オーウェン・リードもまた、民主党候補ライアン・ベネットの集会で撃たれる。
国家を二分する双方向の暗殺。だが、ジャスティンは奇跡的に生還する。
彼の血液型は、世界でわずか250万人に一人といわれる「ボンベイブラッド」。
その希少な血を提供できたのは、ブルックリンで活動するコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター、アナヤ・パテルだった。
彼女の血液はベルビュー病院の血液バンクに保存されており、緊急輸血によって、候補者の命はかろうじて繋がれた。
シークレットサービスのジャック・バンスは、テロの背後にガザ出身の組織が関与していることを察知し、FBIロサンゼルス支局長官キャメロン・バートレット、ニューヨーク支局の特別捜査官ヴェロニカ・リーブスと共に捜査を進める。
やがて彼らは、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムが、ロサンゼルスやニューヨークの再開発現場に潜入し、梁や構造体の中枢にC4爆薬を仕込んでいた事実に辿り着く。
標的は、ICE（移民・関税執行局）やERO（執行・送還作戦部門）の職員が暮らす新興住宅街——すなわち、「アメリカが築いた秩序」そのものだった。
ヴェロニカは、これ以上の破壊を防ぐため、大統領への対話を進言するが、現職のグラント・ランフォード大統領は耳を貸さない。
一方、命を取り留めたジャスティンと民主党候補ライアンは、テレビを通じて国民に訴えかけ、分断を乗り越えようとする。
だが、その理性の声を嘲笑うかのように、グラントはアイオワ州での演説を強行し、「テロには屈しない」と宣言する。
その会場には、すでにラフィの仲間が率いる工作チームが潜入していた。
崩壊する会場の惨状を前に、仲間の一人アミール・ナッセルは、かつてガザで妹を失った記憶に引き裂かれ、破壊の連鎖を止めようとする。
だが、ラフィの信念は揺るがない。
ウィリアムズバーグ橋の下、夕暮れの喧騒のなか、二人は決別する。
それは、祈りと報復、希望と虚無の境界線だった——。
“登場人物”
アナヤ・パテル ２５歳 コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター
アルジュン・シン ２６歳 アナヤの恋人・ルミナテック・イノベーションズ社
佐藤 ミカ ２５歳 アナの友人・コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター
ジャスティン・ブラッドフォード ２７歳 共和党大統領候補
エリノア・ブレイク ２６歳 ジャスティンの婚約者
グラント・M・ランフォード大統領 ６１歳 共和党大統領現職
チャールズ・ベインズ副大統領 ６４歳 共和党副大統領現職
ライアン・ベネット ３０歳 民主党大統領候補
ソフィア・ベネット ３０歳 ライアンの妻
オーウェン・リード ６５歳 民主党前大統領
ジャック・バンス ４５歳 シークレットサービス 元FBIロサンゼルス支局
ベン・ホロウェイ ３０歳 ジャックの同僚
ダリル・ロス ２９歳 ジャックの同僚
イライジャ・ケイン ２８歳 ジャックの同僚
マーカス・デイン ４５歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局
キャメロン・バートレット ５５歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局 支局長
トム・コールドウェル ３８歳 FBI技術班 マーカスの部下
ヴェロニカ・リーヴス ４１歳 FBI特別捜査官
アレクサンダー・ハリス ５２歳 FBI ニューヨーク支局 支局長
エリオット・チェン ３６歳 テクノロジー班主任
アリシア・モンロー ５８歳 FBI長官
ザカリア・ハッダード ５１歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 工学部教授 ニューヨークチーム
アミール・ナッセル ２３歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 電子工学部 ニューヨークチーム
ラフィ・ガンナム ３２歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム
ロハン・シャー ２９歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム
マジード・ハムザ ４７歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 情報技術学部 ロサンゼルスチーム
サミラ・ハンマド ２８歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 工学部 ロサンゼルスチーム
サイード・カバリ ３５歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 経営学部 ロサンゼルスチーム
リーム・ナセル ３０歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 メディア学部 ロサンゼルスチーム
ノア・レヴィ 55歳 イスラエル テルアビブ在住 ユダヤ人
僕のこの小説は、来年、２０２６年２月末日に公開します。
先日、リドリースコット監督がサブスクの映画やドラマ群がつまらないと話していたようだけど、同感です。
僕も非常に退屈です。
それらに2時間を要するなら、僕の小説を２分間だけ読んで欲しい。
その2分間は、２時間を越えるでしょう。
僕は自信があります。
ぜひ、期待してお待ちください。
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
09th. Oct . 2025.
追伸
ネトフリに挑戦する男、みっちゃん。😃
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 7 / 10
(今日の写真。それは未発表済みです。しかし最近、オリジナルから再編集しています。）
Images.
Taylor Swift … This Love ( 和訳 )
youtu.be/PfJzQuqWSSE?si=TrtL4Mb-uN2dNmML
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
第20弾。 😄
以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだ推敲します。
公開している内容の順番はバラバラです。
今回で部分的な公開を最後にします。
２０２６年２月２８日。
その日にすべてを公開します。
期待して待っていてください。😃
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
「ジャック、スマホのメッセージを見ろ。またメッセージが飛び込んでいる。IPアドレスは、グランドセントラルターミナルのそばにあるニューヨーク公共図書館の分館、スタヴロス・ニアルコス財団経由だ」
ベンからのフェイスタイムだった。ガーデンのすぐそば、NYPDのミッドタウン南分署に設置された対策室で待機しているベンからだ。ベンの声はこれだけの事件が起きているにも関わらず、冷静だった。
ジャックはアイフォンに指を滑らせ、表示された短い文を確かめた。文字列は無造作に並んでいたが文の輪郭を整えているように見えた。
― グランドセントラルの地下コンコースにアーチ形の天井がある。そこへ来い。ジャック・バンス。言うまでもないがひとりでだぞ、と言っても一人ではないと思うがな ―
メッセージは、ジャックの胸の内を強く叩いた。
車はヴァンダービルト・アヴェニューを北へ抜け、グランドセントラルの南端に差しかかった。街はまだ朝を迎えきれず、ビルの谷間に籠もった湿気が金属の匂いを帯びていた。
ジャックはアクセルを抜き、黒いSUVを滑らせるように歩道ぎりぎりへ寄せた。タイヤが縁石をかすめる瞬間、路面に残る雨粒が光の筋となって跳ねた。
ジャックは重いドアを押し開き、足を落とした。靴音が一拍遅れて石畳に響いた。
彼は一度だけ背後の通りを見やると、赤いサイレンの反射がショーウィンドウの奥をよぎり、通りの影に沈む通行人の顔を、刹那だけ白く照らした。
その光の切れ目を縫うように、ジャックは地下コンコースへ降りる階段へと向かった。
通用扉は重く、金属の軋みがわずかに響いた。構内には地下鉄の呼吸のような低い唸りが満ちていた。
冷気が頬を打ち、空調ダクトの奥から、遠くの構内放送が滲んで聞こえくる。
額の汗を拭ったジャックはグランドセントラルの階段を一段飛ばしに駆け降りた。照明の琥珀色が靴底に流れ、ターミナルの心臓の鼓動のように足音が連なった。
鉄の手すりは冷たく、指先に浅い震えを伝えた。階段の奥からは人の足音が複層的に重なり、地下へと導く古いリズムを刻んでいる。アーチ型の天井は空気を柔らかに吸い込み、照明は薄く膜のように光を張っている。
地下コンコースの空気は湿り、古い煉瓦の壁は過去の雨を忘れられずに微かに匂っているようだ。床のタイルは長年の踏み跡で曇り、ところどころにひびが走って、そこへ街の小さな記憶が溜まっている。
ジャックはそれらを意識せずに歩を進めた。彼の視線は、通路の奥にある暗がりへと自然に吸い寄せられていた。そこにはいつもと同じ出勤途中の人たちが早足で過ぎていく。
壁際に並ぶ古びた看板や掲示板は、折れたチラシを枕にして眠るように貼り付いている。清掃員が一つの帯のようにモップを引き、その先でベンチが一つ、淡い孤独を描くように置かれている。
通路を流れる空気は、まるで都市の静脈のゆっくりした鼓動だとジャックは思った。自分の呼吸が、その鼓動と同じ拍に馴染むのを感じながら、歩みを進めた。
足元のタイルに光が差し、影がゆらりと伸びた。エスカレーターの金属音が遠くで微かに鳴り、階段から吹き下りる風がジャックの体にこもった熱を冷ました。街の匂いと、地下の湿り気と、古い電灯の微熱が入り混じって、時間はゆっくりと溶けてゆく。
歩を止めたジャックは掌をこすり、周囲に視線を散らした。耳に入る雑踏は、独特の反響を帯びて方向感覚を曖昧にする。彼はただ、どこかにいる「それ」を捜しているのだと自分に言い聞かせる。
再び歩き出した瞬間、金属が擦れる高音が辺りの空気を裂いた。一瞬、彼の頸筋が弾かれ、足元に微かな緊張が走った。反射的に足を止めると、視界の端で受話器が小さく揺れていた。
コードは年月の重みでねじれ、埃まみれの金属部分が鈍く光っている。誰も使わないはずの電話が、唐突に、祭りの鐘のように鳴った。都市の静寂に差し込む異音。音は低く、しかし確実に空気を震わせた。
ジャックはゆっくりと視線をそれに向けた。地下の重い空気が一瞬、膝の裏を押すように沈む。耳に届くのは自分の呼吸と、受話器の小さな振動音だけだ。周囲の人々は何事もないように通り過ぎ、母親が幼児の手を引き、老いた男が新聞を折りたたんで小脇に抱え直し、去ってゆく。
受話器はジャックを呼んでいた。沈黙の裂け目からの呼び声は、まるで古い地図の裏側で震えるインクのように、じわりと広がる。ジャックは無言で手を伸ばし、受話器を取り上げた。金属は冷たく、その冷たさが掌に現実を落とした。
「……ジャック」
声は低く、だがはっきりしていた。耳に残る音色に、時間が少しだけ逆戻りする気配があった。ネットの映像で見知った声の輪郭。しかしテレビで聞いたときとは異なり、そこには刃ではなく遠い夕焼けのような色度が含まれているようだった。
ジャックは受話器越しに、通路の端の人影や、ベンチの孤独、床に落ちた小さな紙片──それらが会話の合間に流れ込むのを感じた。声音は会話の窓に、街の細部を滑り込ませるものだ。
「どうした、アミール。覇気のない声だな」
ジャックの声は静かだが、地面に落ちる石のように重みを持っていた。受話器の向こうで、アミールがすこし鼻で笑うのが聞こえた。
「ときどきは落ち込むこともあるさ、人間だからね」
その声は穏やかで、かつ遠い。以前に見せた公の顔とは違い、こちらは影の中で磨かれたものだった。通話の間、隣を通り過ぎる親子の会話がスナップのように割り込み、また消えていった。
「ジャック、これから言うことをよく聴け。ま、録音はしてるだろうけどな」
「それはお互い様だろ」
受話器の向こうで、アミールの言葉は滑らかに落ち、地下のタイルに小さな波紋を作るようだった。周囲の雑音が一度だけ音像を濁らせ、また整頓される。母親の靴音、清掃員のモップの擦れる音、遠くの自販機の冷える音──それらが会話のリズムに交差してゆく。
「俺はこのチームから降りた。理由は、もう多くの人間が死ぬのを見たくないからだ。それだけだ」
ジャックの指先が受話器の脈動を確かめた。声は冷静を装うが、その奥に震えがあるのを彼は聴き取った。地下の照明の輪郭が、アミールの言葉ごとにわずかに滲む。
「それを信じろって言うのか？ お前らの教授、ザカリアはそんな弱音を吐くなって言ってるぞ、せっかく盛大に死んだのに」
アミールはしばらく黙り、何かを笑い飛ばすような吐息を漏らした。通路の端でキャンディを舐める子供の小さな舌音が、言葉の間を埋めた。
「で、どうしたんだ？ 失恋でもしたのか？」
「そんなところだ。この起爆装置は、これからも多くの建物を破壊する」
その一言が、受話器の内の小さな部屋を突き破った。ジャックは一瞬だけ、地下の光が薄く濁るのを見た。だが通路は相変わらず普段どおりで、誰も振り返らない。異変は音の中にしか存在しない。
「どこにどれくらいセットし、どんな仕掛けなんだ、正確に、手短に話せ。つまらないジョークは混ぜるな」
ジャックの口調は掴みかけた氷のように冷たい。受話器の向こうでアミールは静かに説明を試みるが、ジャックは言葉の細部よりもその声が持つ重さに耳を澄ます。通話の合間、壁際の電話ボックスの影が長く伸び、床に細い黒い溝を引いた。
「俺たちは、一般人で訓練されたテロリストではない。しかし、渡された情報は各個人へ分散されていた。たとえば今、俺がこうしてあんたに電話しているように裏切りが生まれた時のことを考えてね」
アミールの声は慎重で、しかし怯えはない。ジャックは受話器を耳にしっかり押し当て、周囲の生活音がそのまま説明の布地となって織り込まれていくのを感じていた。通路の端で老女がバッグを直す音、遠くでシャッターが開く小さな仕事のはじまりの合図が聞こえた。
「俺たちが潜入したのは、今から５年ほど前だ。その頃に建てられていた建造物の中枢にC4を仕掛けた。ラフィは大学で建築学を学んでいたからね。崩壊する様子はもうネットでも１００万回再生だからわかってるだろう。起爆させるためには、ミュートリーダーというQRコードを読み取る昔の携帯電話が必要だ。それとペアで独自に俺がつくったタブレットもだ。このタブレットのバッテリー部分、3分の２にC4を埋め込んだ。このタブレットも大昔にあった指紋認証式のタブレットだ。俺が作ったタブレットは2台だ。それがロサンゼルスとニューヨークに分かれて存在している」
「つまり、起爆装置は2台か？」
「わからない。俺の他にも電子工学部の人間がいたからな。それからQRコードを読み取る携帯電話は大昔、あまりに特殊すぎて売れずに浸透しなかった機器だ」
「どういう流れで起爆させるんだ？」
「あるサイトに特殊なQRコードが設置されているらしい。そこに携帯電話をかざして読み込む。QRコードは３Dレイヤーだ。コードが立体的に浮かび上がって解読し、起爆させるコードへ変換させ、電波で飛ばす」
「電波？ Wi-Fiではなくか？」
「Wi-Fiだったら、あんたらすぐに止められるだろ？ そこは俺がタブレットを改造した。Wi-FiではなくFM電波だ、パイレーツラジオ（海賊ラジオ）と同じ仕組みだ」
「ならば、周波数を駆逐できるぞ」
アミールはしばらく笑ってからいった。
「周波数はいくらでも変えられるようにアプリを設定した。ちなみに周波数を妨害しようと発せられた電波も起爆するようセットした。つまり、いずれにしても、ドカンだ」
ジャックは、しばらく沈黙してから続けた。
「QRコードは、どこのサイトにあるんだ？」
「わからない。すべての過程で分散している。ハードの製造、QRコードの場所、起爆させる操作。流れを散らすことで、裏切りを抑止しているようだった」
ふたりの間に再び沈黙が落ちた。アミールは、足元に落とした視線を引き上げて、いった。
「ジャック、ここまで話しているんだから、知っていたら話しているさ。つまり、ミュートリーダーを手にしている人間にしかわからない。今で言うなら ….」
「ラフィだけ、か」
「そのとおりだ」
二人の間に沈黙が落ち、通話は薄い氷の上で揺れている。ジャックの呼吸がゆっくりと現実を取り戻した。地下の光は細く、しかししっかりと彼を照らしている。
「アミール、どうして話す？」
「さっきもいったとおりだ。人の死にはうんざりだ」
「お前がこうして喋ることがわかっているのに、ラフィはお前を無傷で解放したのか？ この話を信じるにはうますぎないか？」
「確かに。俺が適当なことをいって、あんたらをカモるかもね」
「ジャック、お疲れ様、アミール、その場を動かないで」
ヴェロニカの落ち着いた声が二人の通話に割り込んだ。
「ジャック、実物はなかなかの男前だな」
そういったアミールは、ちょうどジャックのいる壁面の反対側で受話器を手にしていた。
受話器越しの冗談は、地下の湿った空気を幾分、乾かせた。彼らは同じ空間の別々の面を指でなぞっているようだ。
ジャックは受話器を握りなおし、静かに頷いた。その頷きは、街の鼓動に合わせた小さな合図のようでもあり、また終わりのない季節の一端を告げるものでもあった。通路の光がゆるやかに流れ、影が折り重なり、会話は地下のタイルにゆっくりと染み渡っていった。
ジャックは、ゆっくり辺りを見渡した。元々、グランドセントラルターミナルをテロから守る為に、日常的に警護していたNYPDが出入り口に構えている。非常事態の現在、ヴェロニカの指示で一斉にアミールを射程内に捕らえていた。ピカティニーレールを持ったM4カービンの赤とグリーンのレーザーサイトがアミールの両足に張り付いていた。おそらく、赤はターミナルのNYPDで、グリーンがヴェロニカのチームだろう。二つの班がアミールの動きを封じようと照準を定めていた。もちろん、照準はアミールの額にはない。
突然、ジャックの受話器の向こうから頬を叩く音が響いた。
「アミール、あなたは何者なの？」
その声はアナだった。
アミールは一瞬目を丸くしたが、すぐに自分を取り戻した。
「ジャック、つけられてたのか？ ミス・パテル。君こそ何者なんだ？ ジャックの邪魔をしているよ」
彼はそういって親指を逆さにし、自分の足を示した。そこには、赤とグリーンのレーザーサイトが静かに張り付いていた。アナはアミールに詰め寄ると言い放った。
「いっしょに出頭して」
その言葉にジャックは付け足した。
「とりあえず捕まれ。詳しい話は、ヴェロニカといっしょに聞いてやる」
ヴェロニカは足さなかったが、おそらく頷いているだろうと思いながら、ジャックは受話器を持ち替えた。
アミールは一笑した。
「言うまでもないが、はい、わかりましたというなら、ここで対話してないよな。ほら、列車がたくさん到着したぞ、照準に気をつけな」
早朝のターミナルに、人が溢れ出した。ターミナルを中心にニューヨークは呼吸している。人の流れは、都市の脈動であり、血流そのものだ。コンコースには人の熱気が溢れ出していた。
溢れた人の流れに一瞬目を移すと、アナは冷静に、そして穏やかな眼差しでいった。
「おねがい。ジャックのところへ」
アミールも同じように笑みを消すと、アナの視線を受け入れ、いった。
「君に初めて会った展示の朝を覚えているかい？ あれは偶然じゃない。僕は君を殺しに行ったんだ」
アナの視線が白くなった。眼差しからは生気が失せ、周囲の喧騒に流され、消えていった。そして、どうして？ と小さく言葉を落とした。
「君が消えれば、アメリカでボンベイブラッドは、ジャスティンと僕だけだ」
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全国のテレビ局が緊急報道に切り替わった。
キャスターの声は震え、言葉を探す間、画面には会場の静止した映像が映った。スマートフォンの通知が一斉に鳴り、しかし、届くのは言葉ではなく、静寂の報せのように感じられた。
SNSのタイムラインは瞬く間に情報で埋まり、誰もが画面の中で止まった時間を見つめていた。
「どういうことだ…？」画面を見つめる手が、思わず止まる。
画面の向こう、遠くの街角でも、カフェでも、オフィスでも、息を呑む人々の姿が映る。
公園のベンチに座る老女は、手にしたバッグを握りしめ、子供を抱く母親は言葉を失い、運転中の男性はハンドルを握る手に力を込めた。
沈黙は、都市の喧騒、郊外の静けさ、田舎の広野を一斉に包み込み、世界を一つの深い呼吸に束ねた。
政府機関では緊急対応が始まっていた。電話が鳴り、スクリーンに赤い警報が灯っている。大統領補佐官は言葉を失い、ペンを握る手が微かに震えている。ホワイトハウス内の廊下は、普段の喧騒を消し、足音だけが響いた。
誰も正確に理解できないまま、言葉は混乱と恐怖の連鎖として広がっていく。政府内の応急対応が動き、専門家たちが分析を開始する。報告書、通信、カメラ映像、あらゆる情報が交錯するが、四人の存在は、すべての監視の目をすり抜けていた。
四人の沈黙は、記録に残らず、しかし世界の時間軸に確実な爪痕を刻んだのだ。
都市、州、国家、世界 — すべてが一瞬にして同じ呼吸をし、同じ時間の中で凍りついた。
四人の影は、誰にも認識されることなく、世界の中心でその使命を終え、影のまま、夜の帳の中に溶け込んでいった。
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僕の新しい小説。
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舞台はニューヨークです。
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
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To me, MOCing is a form of art with rules, and one of these rules is that it has to be made using parts in colors that LEGO has produced. But I'm not married with LEGO, it doesn't matter to me if the actual part is a genuine one.
If the parts cost the price of a house on the black market, I'm not buying them. LEGO won't produce them anymore, and if they ever do, you pretty much have to beg them & wait - Bricks&Pieces looking more like a service they generously offer, without being any interested in AFOL's pocket money (which is understandable).
So here come the Chinese clones. Many brands, some bad ones, some good ones, I wanted to give it a try. I already knew they could be of a good quality, the unknown was the colors.
Well:
-The quality is perfect, so these are probably of the Xingbao/Lepin family.
-DBG is spot on, a perfect match. LBG is 99% the same, but I own genuine parts that are way way more discolored.
-One more point for the open studs on the double hinge. I want open studs on every part. If not, a plain stud has more beauty to it anyway (when it doesn't have a nasty mold mark, but all brands are guilty of that).
-I was hoping for a fully flat gold ingot since that's how it was advertised. Sadly not the case.
Am I gonna use these in my MOCs? For the colors that LEGO has produced, totally! For the new ones, honestly I don't know.
Note: it looks like most of the parts sold on Ali are from Kazi or Enlighten - I haven't tried those and I believe I've heard the color compatibility wasn't that great (but if you can comment on that, I'd like to hear opinions!). Mine seem to be Lepin ones or alike, but they seem rare on Ali.
They have had the recent update out for a while, but I finally took some time to try it out. The results aren't exactly all that good yet. As usual, rigging frustrates me. Why they can't make their Opensim rig and settings work to export out the model correctly is annoying. Not everyone wants to go through all the troubleshooting to get things to work properly, especially when this has been something that a lot of people have been requesting for years to fix. Sure, I have Avastar, and could try to figure out how to do all that, but I really don't have the time at the moment. So maybe I'll try Thursday or Friday to go through a few tutorials. It's just irksome that MH has been asked several times to work out these compatibility issues, and each update that has promised to deal with the issue has yet to resolve it. Not to mention, it looks like they changed the UV maps again, so I'm going to have to figure that out as well... >.<
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My new novel
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Volume 13 😄
The following is still in its draft stage and will be revised further.
Key parts are not disclosed.
The order of the content shown here is mixed.
(Of course, this is not the final version.)
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The Republican Party had chosen Justin Bradford as its presidential candidate.
In response, the Democrats put forward Ryan Bennett.
Ryan sat in a room of his white-walled mansion on South Beverly Drive, gazing out at the manicured garden and tree-lined street. His mind drifted back to his childhood. He had always lived within a carefully calculated order. His days followed a strict timetable; his homework was flawless. Teachers praised him, while classmates kept their distance. To Ryan, being a model student was both a source of pride and a burden of solitude.
In the hush of the library, he first brushed against the realm of politics. During student council debates, his logic seldom drew applause, and often invited cold stares. People were moved by instinct and emotion. Reason alone could not stir the crowd—this he came to understand.
It was in that abyss of loneliness that Sophia appeared. A gentle voice, steady eyes, and a generosity that never rejected his logic but embraced it instead. They exchanged words, they shared silences, and in each other’s presence they found solace. Sophia was not only the one who steadied his reason, but also the light that warmed his solitude.
After graduating from UCLA, Ryan stepped onto the path of politics. First as a state legislator, then as a member of Congress, he rose without falter. Yet the public gaze remained cold. His patrician face, his meticulous speeches, his flawless reasoning—all these bred distance and resentment. People whispered, “Another elite come to lecture us.”
In that harsh world, his running mate, Alex Murphy, stood by him. Eight years his senior, Murphy possessed a seasoned intuition and decisiveness. He bridged the gap between Ryan’s logic and the people’s emotions, reading the shifting tides of resentment and expectation.
Then came the day when former Democratic president Owen Reed was struck by a sniper’s bullet during a speech. The shot did not take his life, but Ryan felt, with a shudder, the cruelty of the political stage. That night, alone in his study, he stared at the shadow cast by the streetlamp beyond his window. The long silhouette mirrored the solitude and the weight of order he had carried all his life.
Doubt flickered in his eyes, reflecting the city’s lights. Should he follow reason and order, or turn toward the people’s emotions? Having walked the path of the elite, he now saw that logic alone could not redeem reality. Without Sophia’s warmth and Murphy’s intuition, he might not have been able to take another step forward.
Sophia quietly took his hand. “You are not alone. We are here.”
Ryan gave the faintest nod, feeling the chains of solitude loosen, little by little, in the depths of his heart.
During his university years, Ryan had often felt estranged from the public. The scarce applause at debates, the cool reception of his political essays, the smirks at his street speeches. His arguments were correct, but people yearned for emotion. Logic alone could not move them.
Sophia understood her role as the wife of a politician. She stayed by Ryan’s side when public duties drained him, offering the warmth of home. On quiet nights, they would simply sit together, thinking wordlessly of the future.
Murphy, by contrast, acted on instinct. In moments of crisis, he guided Ryan—the tightening of security after the shooting, the handling of the media, the appeal to the public. Where reason could not reach, experience took over. Ryan came to rely on him, and to trust him deeply.
His solitude was also the weight of politics itself. Cool analysis, flawless planning, correct judgment. Yet often, the people could not understand. A reason stripped of feeling drew criticism, and deepened his isolation.
And yet, Sophia made him human. She gave warmth to cold logic, and the power to reach hearts. Murphy, with his decisiveness and experience, built a bridge between reason and emotion.
When the news of the shooting reached him, Ryan felt fear as something tangible for the first time. Politics could not be defended by theory from a study alone. Confusion, the crack of gunfire, the press of terror—faced with them, he knew his own helplessness.
Streetlamps reflected in his eyes; bloodstains on rubble, neighbors clasping hands, mothers crying out. Reality pressed itself upon him. Reason alone could not save, nor logic alone preserve order. Compassion, empathy—these were what people needed.
Sophia spoke softly. “Logic matters. But now is the time to show your heart. People are seeking empathy.”
Ryan smiled faintly and set down his pen. The alignment of order was paused; he resolved to entrust himself to the waves of feeling.
Murphy looked out the window and nodded gently. “Do not fear, Ryan. Your reason, my intuition, Sophia’s warmth—together, they will keep us true.”
Buoyed by those words, Ryan slowly cast aside the shadow of solitude.
The attempt on Owen Reed’s life was both terror and warning. Yet it was also a teacher, revealing the reality of the political stage. Ryan grasped its weight, and steeled himself to go forward.
On the street corner, trembling citizens; beneath the rubble, neighbors holding hands; a mother’s anguished cry. As he listened, Ryan was tested—not only as a politician, but as a human being. Torn between reason and emotion, he found in Sophia and Murphy an unshakable support.
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B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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My new novel:
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Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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B♭ （ビーフラット）
第13弾。 😄
以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだ推敲します。
重要な部分は公開していません。
公開している内容の順番はバラバラです。
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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B♭ （ビーフラット）
共和党大統領候補のジャスティン・ブラッドフォードに対し、民主党は、ライアン・ベネットを選出していた。
ライアン・ベネットは、サウス・ベヴァリー・ドライブ沿いの白壁の豪邸の一室に座り、窓の外に広がる手入れの行き届いた庭園と並木道を見つめながら、子供の頃の自分を思い出していた。幼い日の彼は、常に計算された秩序の中にいた。時間割通りに生活し、宿題も常に完璧に仕上げた。教師は彼を褒め、同級生は距離を置いた。彼にとって、優等生であることは誇りであると同時に孤独でもあった。
図書館の静寂の中で、彼は初めて政治の片鱗に触れた。学生自治会の討論で、彼の論理は拍手を浴びることはなく、しばしば冷たい視線に晒された。人々は直感や感情で動く。理屈だけでは、群衆の心を動かせないのだと、彼は知った。
その孤独の淵に、ソフィアが現れた。柔らかい声、落ち着いた眼差し、そして彼の論理を拒むことなく受け止める包容力。二人は言葉を交わし、沈黙を共有し、互いの存在に慰めを見いだした。ソフィアは、ライアンの理性を支えるだけでなく、彼の孤独を温める光でもあった。
カリフォルニア大学ロサンゼルス校卒業後、ライアンは政治の道を歩み始めた。州議会議員として、そして連邦議会議員として、彼は順調に昇りつめた。だが、国民の視線は常に冷たかった。エリートの顔つき、整然とした演説、完璧すぎる論理は、多くの人々に距離感と反感を与えた。人々はつぶやく。「また、エリートが我々に説教するのか」と。
副大統領候補のアレックス・マーフィーは、その冷徹な世界にあって、ライアンを支える存在であった。八歳年上の彼は、経験に裏打ちされた直感と決断力を持つ。ライアンの論理と感情の間に立ち、国民の反感や期待の波を読み解く力があった。
民主党前大統領オーウェン・リードが演説中に狙撃された。弾丸は命を奪わなかったが、政治の舞台の残酷さをライアンは身をもって知った。その夜、ライアンは自室の書斎で、窓の外の街灯に映る自らの影を見つめた。長い影は、これまでの人生で背負ってきた孤独と秩序の重さを映していた。
街の灯りに反射する瞳の中には迷いがあった。理性と秩序に従うのか、それとも国民の感情に寄り添うのか。エリートの道を歩んできた彼の目には、論理だけでは救えない現実が見えていた。ソフィアの温もりとマーフィーの直感がなければ、彼は前に進むことさえできなかったかもしれない。
ソフィアはそっと彼の手を握った。「あなたは一人じゃない。私たちがいる」と。
ライアンは微かに肯いた。心の奥で、孤独の鎖が少しずつほどけていくのを感じた。
大学時代、ライアンは何度も国民との乖離を体感した。討論会での拍手の少なさ、政治論文の冷たい評価、街頭演説での冷笑。論理は正しくとも、人々は感情を求める。理屈だけでは、人は動かない。
ソフィアは、政治家の妻としての役割を理解していた。公務で疲弊したライアンに寄り添い、家庭の温もりを提供した。静かな夜、二人はただ座り、言葉少なに未来を思った。
マーフィーは直感で動き、危機的な場面ではライアンを導いた。銃撃事件後の警備調整、メディア対応、国民への呼びかけ。理性だけでは追いつかない現場を、彼は経験で補った。ライアンはその存在を頼りにし、信頼した。
ライアンの孤独は政治の重さでもあった。冷静な分析、完璧な計画、正しい判断。それらが国民に理解されないこともあった。感情に欠ける理性は、時として非難を招き、孤独を深める。
だが、ソフィアの存在が、ライアンを人間らしくした。冷たい論理に温度を与え、心に寄り添う力を持たせた。マーフィーは行動力と経験で、論理と感情の橋渡しを行った。
狙撃事件のニュースを聞いたとき、ライアンは初めて恐怖を身近に感じた。政治は書斎の理論だけでは守れない。瞬間の混乱、銃声、恐怖。それらを前にして、彼は自らの無力を知った。
街角の光、瓦礫の中の血痕、避難する人々。全てが現実として彼の前にあった。理性だけでは救えない、理屈だけでは秩序を維持できない。感情に寄り添い、共感を示すことが必要だった。
ソフィアは静かに語る。「論理は重要。でも今は心を示すとき。人々は共感を求めている」
ライアンは微かに笑い、ペンを置いた。秩序の整列は一旦休止し、感情の波に身を任せる覚悟を決めた。
マーフィーは窓の外を見つめ、微かに肯いた。「恐れるな、ライアン。君の理性、私の直感、ソフィアの温もり。全てがあれば、我々は道を誤らない」
ライアンはその言葉に支えられ、孤独の影を少しずつ振り払った。
オーウェン・リードの狙撃事件は、恐怖であり警告でもあった。だがそれは同時に、政治の舞台の現実を教える教師でもあった。ライアンはその重さを理解し、前に進む決意を固めた。
街角で震える人々、瓦礫の下で手を取り合う隣人、泣き叫ぶ母親。その声に耳を傾け、ライアンは政治家として、そして人間としての判断を試されていた。理性と感情の間で揺れる彼の心に、ソフィアとマーフィーは揺るがぬ支えとして存在していた。
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B♭ （ビーフラット）
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Here is the beginning of my new novel. :)
It’s not final yet.
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——People fall in love for all kinds of reasons, but realizing you've fallen in love only after the fact—
that needs no reason at all. I believe that’s what true love is.
If only, at that moment, a pale, white light had filtered in around me, it would’ve been easier to know.
Soft light envelops people. It stirs memory. It shines through the eyelids and reaches the depths of one’s heart.
To meet a stranger and come to know them deeply—light is essential for that.——
Even though it was nearly noon, the soft light of morning streamed in through the high warehouse windows.
Tiny specks of dust floated in its glow, and a pale ribbon of light quietly washed over the floor.
It was an old, cluttered warehouse, where artists had gathered on the weekend to display and sell their work.
From beyond the half-open loading shutter in the back, a heavy beat of bass-laden hip hop throbbed faintly—probably from a van one of the exhibitors had driven in.
A young man sat low, flipping slowly through Anaya Patel’s sketchbook,
which had been carelessly placed on the floor still sticky with forgotten duct tape.
His brown skin suggested he was likely Middle Eastern, like Ana herself.
On his handsome profile, his blue eyes glowed quietly.
His gaze followed Ana’s lines, carefully, repeatedly—
the subtle curves, the layering of fine straight lines, the shading done with delicate shifts in pencil pressure.
Those who can speak with their eyes, Ana had always felt since childhood,
are also those who can absorb the most with them.
Lifting his gaze from the sketchbook, he noticed Ana standing nearby and smiled.
“Is this your work?”
Caught off guard by his question, Ana replied a little flustered, trying to play down how intently she’d been watching him.
“Yes, it’s mine.”
“Why did you draw it with just a regular pencil? A rough sketch?”
What he was looking at was a drawing of Ana’s husband, Arjun, waiting at a café.
When Ana had arrived late, Arjun had been seated by the window, glaring at his laptop.
The sharp angle of light pouring in had overlapped with the intensity of his gaze,
burning that side profile into her eyelids.
She’d captured that fleeting moment.
“No, it’s not a draft. It’s finished.
I like using simple things like pencils or pens... familiar tools.”
He smiled back and said,
“Is that man your boyfriend?”
“No, my husband.”
He responded with a somewhat exaggerated surprise.
“You’re married?”
“Yes.”
“I see. That’s a little disappointing... for a weekend.”
Shrugging lightly, he stood and spoke to Ana as he rose.
Then, with a bright smile for the other artists at nearby booths,
Mika came briskly over, her F30 canvas slung over her back.
“If you’d like, check out my work too. I’m Mika.”
The man smiled and extended his hand in thanks.
Mika passed her painting to Ana and shook his hand.
Ana leaned in and whispered to Mika, a bit annoyed,
“Why are you giving me your stuff?”
Mika smiled and whispered back,
“Because you’re married.”
“My name is Amir. Amir Nasser,”
he said with a boyish grin—
a bright, innocent smile still tinged with youth.
As he typed something on his smartphone,
Rafi walked quickly over.
With a quick glance at Ana,
he spoke to Amir in a low voice.
Judging by the heaviness around his neck, he looked much older than Amir.
“It’s time. Let’s go.”
“Got it.
Thank you both—it was a lovely time.
See you Saturday.”
Mika smiled and thanked him,
but Amir’s gaze lingered on Ana.
Ana watched the two of them walk away and found something odd.
Even though it was Saturday, both Amir and Rafi were dressed in suits.
As they walked off, Mika muttered,
“Rich boys? Maybe heirs from Saudi Arabia.”
Ana looked at her, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“The suits are Brioni.
Shoes are Edward Green.
That's about the price of a luxury car.
Ah—two of them, so maybe two cars. Just a guess.”
Memo
Republicans. TV. Rallies.
Education, family background, wealth.
And then family, friends, lovers—
those perfect, polished rings you all wear stacked neatly—
you’ll never understand what it's like to have none of it.
To be caked in mud, working from morning to night, and still go unrecognized.
How many times did I tell myself not to envy people like you?
One day, I was working on the fountain at Hope Garden in Battery Park.
There was a leak.
I couldn’t shut off the water, and I was covered in mud.
At lunch break, a man and woman in white-collar clothes passed by,
giving me that look—
the one people give a crushed frog on the side of the road.
Set in New York City.
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youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
僕は、小説の冒頭を公開します。:)
まだ決定ではありません。
1
ーーーー 恋に落ちる理由は、人によってさまざまだけど、恋に落ちていたと、あとになって気づくことに、理由はない。それをほんとうの恋だと、私は思う。できればそのとき、辺りに白く滲んだ光が差し込んでいたら、もっとわかりやすい。淡い光は人を包み、記憶を呼び覚ます。瞼を透かして、胸の内まで照らしだす。名も知らない人に出会い、多くを深く知るためには、大切な光だ ーーーー
もうすぐ昼だと言うのに、朝の陽のような、やわらかな光が、倉庫の高窓から差し込んでいた。そのなかを小さなほこりが舞い、光の帯が静かに床を濡らしている。週末に、展示や販売のためにアーティストらが集まった、雑多な古い倉庫だ。搬入口である奥の半開きのシャッターの向こう側から、低音の効いたヒップホップが、引きずるような重いビートを響かせている。たぶん、展示者が寄せたバンからだ。
若い男性が腰を落とし、剥がし忘れたガムテープのへばりついた床に無造作に置かれた、アナヤ・パテルのノートをゆっくり繰りながら、静かに眺めている。褐色の肌は、たぶんアナと同じ、中東系の男性だ。端正な横顔に、ブルーの瞳が静かに輝いていた。その眼差しは、アナの作品の線を、丹念に、そして何度も追っている。緩いカーブの線の太さ、細い直線の重ね具合。鉛筆の濃淡を使った陰影。
言葉ではなく、眼で語ることができる人は、眼で多くを吸収することができる人だ。アナは幼少の頃からそう感じていた。
繰っていたノートから目を離した彼は、そばに立ち止まったアナに気づき、微笑んだ。
「この作品は、君の？」
アナは、見入っていたことを取り繕うように慌てて答えた。
「ええ、私です」
「どうして普通の鉛筆で描いたの？ ラフスケッチ？」
彼が見ていたのは、カフェで待ち合わせていた夫のアルジュンの横顔だった。アナが遅れてカフェにやってきた時、アルジュンは窓際に腰掛け、ノートパソコンを睨んでいた。鋭利な光の差し込み具合がアルジュンの真剣な眼差しと重なり合って、瞼に焼きついていた。その一瞬の横顔だ。
「いえ、下書きではなく、完成品です。鉛筆とか身近なペンが好きだから….」
彼はアナに微笑みで返した。それからいった。
「男性は彼？」
「いえ、夫です」
男性は、少し大袈裟に驚いてこたえた。
「君は結婚しているの？」
「ええ」
「そうなんだ。少し残念だな、週末だというのに」
軽く首をすくめた男性は、立ち上がりながらアナにそう答えた。他のブースのアーティストらに明るい笑顔を振り撒きながら、ミカは自分のキャンバス、F30の作品を背中に背負って足早にやってきた。
「よかったら私の作品も見ていってね。私はミカ」
ありがとうと言いながら彼が手を差し出した。ミカは背負っていた作品をアナに預け、握手を交わした。アナは、なんで荷物をわたしに？ とやや不機嫌にミカへ耳打ちすると、ミカは結婚しているでしょと微笑み返した。
「僕の名前はアミール。アミール・ナッセル」
アミールは口元を緩めてふたりに笑いかけた。少年のような、屈託のない笑みで、まだあどけなさを残していた。
スマートフォンに文字を打ち込みながら、ラフィは足早にやってくると、アナを一瞥し、アミールへ低い声でいった。首周りの贅肉からアミールよりもずっと年上のようだ。
「そろそろ時間だ。いくぞ」
「わかったよ。ふたりともありがとう。素敵な時間だった。また土曜日に」
ミカが、ありがとうと笑顔で返したが、アミールの視線はアナをじっと見つめていた。アナはふたりを見て、不思議に思った。
アミールもラフィも土曜だというのにスーツを纏っている。二人の後ろ姿を見送りながら、ミカがつぶやいた。
「ふたりともリッチマン？ サウジアラビアの御曹司とか」
アナが不思議そうにミカへたずねた。
「どういう意味？」
「スーツはブリオーニ。革靴はエドワードグリーン。高級車一台分ぐらいよ。あ、二人だから二台分。たぶんね」
メモ
共和党員 テレビ、集会など。
学歴、家柄、裕福さ。そして、家族、友人、恋人。美しい輪が幾重にも揃ったお前らには、なにひとつない俺の気持ちはわからないだろう。泥まみれになって、朝から晩まで働いても俺が報われることはなかった。
お前らを妬んだりしてはいけないと、どれだけ自分に言い聞かせてきたか。ある日、俺はバッテリーパークのホープガーデンの噴水を工事していた。漏水していてね。俺はなかなか水が止められず泥まみれになっていた。昼休みになって、ホワイトカラーの男と女が侮蔑するように通り過ぎていった。まるで路上で轢かれたカエルでも見るようにね。
これまでのメモ
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
舞台はニューヨークです。
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
2
2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3
Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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New for We <3 Roleplay, opening 4/4!
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Available in PG or Adult. PG contains 34 single sits and 28 cuddles. Adult contains PG plus 63 high quality adult animations with INM functions and clean up, Lovebridge, and P&V compatibility.
11 LI couch, 1 LI table.
Copy/Mod/Original mesh.
Common name: Longfinned Bristlenose Pleco, Bristlenose Pleco
Scientific name: Ancistrus sp
Average Adult Fish Size: 4 inches / 12 cm
Place of Origin: A large part of South America
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Recommended Minimum Aquarium Capacity: 10 gallon / 40 litre
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Temperature: 71 – 80 Deg. F / 22 – 27 Deg. C
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Feeding: The Bushy nose pleco is an omnivore species, but the bulk of its diet should always consist of vegetable matter. Canned green beans, spinach, lettuce, blanched zucchini, and cucumbers are all relished. Only give your Bushy Nose Pleco occasional treats in the form of live or frozen meaty foods. Algae wafers, spirulina based pellets, and flakes make up a good staple diet.
I’m posting some new Studio 2.0 renderings of my MiG-21 Fishbed model. The MiG-21bis of the Finnish Air Force is a reproduction of my original post. I wanted to compare the rendering styles of the two. Overall, Studio 2.0 is fairly easy to use and intuitive for those fluent with LDD. There are different commands and functions which take some getting used to but there are also more pieces than can be found in LDD. I haven’t run all of my LDD models through Studio 2.0 to check compatibility, but it seems thus far that the brick palette is much larger.
The rendering engine is good and gives some control over light position, intensity, and angle, which is more than can be said for LDD. I like the results thus far but wouldn’t mind some greater control over the limited lighting controls. Let me know what you think about this new rendering versus the old.
ella Prima Donna! Snakeskin, roses & lace, oh my! This ultra femme pants set is a stunning addition to any summer wardrobe. Fitted mesh + Boleros are included this time. Enjoy <3
-2 mesh tops (HUD) *materials* enabled + fitted mesh
-5 mesh pants (HUD) *materials* enabled + fitted mesh
-5 mesh boleros (mod)
MP- marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Indyra-Prima/7429656
in world- slurl.com/secondlife/Namaste%20Isle/189/127/27
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