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Small flowers by the roadside (_itokanasikimonotachi_)

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The music used for the slides was

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Music Atelier Amacha

Continued ill health.
In addition, my PC is also unwell. Is it nearing the end of its life?
Slide production froze many times during the process. Repeatedly going back and forth. It's hard to progress. I feel as if I am walking through a labyrinth.


I had two strange dreams on the day I took this picture.
The first dream was about a deadlock at work.
The second was of a man I was in the same class with in fifth and sixth grade.
I was told of the man's suicide at a junior high school reunion, which I attended reluctantly about 15 years ago.
Twin brothers. He was the elder brother.
The younger brother was not present.
They were apparently fraternal twins, and at primary school, they already didn't look that much alike.
I was not particularly close to them. However, it was unusual to have twins in the same class, and I remember that in the class snapshot in the graduation album, there was a photo of the two of them sitting on the flower bed, back to back.
I don't know why he died.
I wonder how his younger brother is doing.
Vaguely, I thought about that.
Thinking about it, I don't remember meeting or talking to them at school since about the middle of junior high school. I have never met them after graduation.

And yet, in my dream, he looked like an adult man of 30-40 years old.
As we talked, I wanted to ask him again and again if you were not dead.
I held it back because of my suspicion that it was another one, his younger brother, who was dead.
Who had committed suicide, at that moment, I must have misheard.
In my dream, I was thinking about that.
In any case, it was not something I could ask the twin who was left alone, face to face.
What was the man with the unfamiliar face saying to me?
I could hear the words, but without understanding, I could only nod my head.