As a memory of the sky I used to look up at.
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Sometimes when watching a Japanese film, I wish it was subtitled like a Western film.
When they are packaged, made into software or broadcast on TV, I even try to display subtitles for the hearing impaired. However, something is different.
Even if all the dialogue is transcribed into text, words that are not understood remain as they are, as unintelligible words.
The four newly reworked theatre versions. There is so much that I don't understand. But sometimes, I want to look back at them irresistibly.
There are several landscapes that I want to see, and those landscapes only exist in those films.
Beautiful landscapes are intertwined with various thoughts, memories and emotions. Many of the landscapes that can be called spectacular, moreover, are the traces of natural disasters that have occurred in the past. Even the clouds in the sky are not a fairyland of fluffy cotton-candy inside.
I was swept away by a feeling of not wanting to see people, and I spent many days as a recluse.
In the morning and evening, I looked at the clouds in the sky and played with this and that in my idle imagination.
I wondered if the beautiful scenery would remain as it is even after all living things had died out. In a world where there is no one who has the heart to look at them and feel that they are beautiful, even if there is a blue sky and white clouds, they will no longer be beautiful scenery.
A beautiful landscape is only beautiful when there are people in it.
