“But in the battle of ideas, you can’t stop for a second. The paradox — another piece of dialectics — is that we support the truth with falsehood, because Marxism carries within itself an all-conquering truth, and the goal for which you will give your life is, in a formal sense, a deception. But…the more …
「ラジオののノイズをいくつも重ねて雲みたいなかたまりにしたクラブ音楽なんかかけたらコケはうっとりと光り、葉を開きながら白い息を真上に「フ、フ」とあげ、雲の音楽はその湿気をはらみいっそう膨らんで夜更けのアパートをすみずみまで満たす。オレは耳が動物じゃないから聞こえやしないけど、ひょっとしてコケも唄うってことはあるんじゃないか…」 （T by いしいしんじ） “When I played the club music — which was like a chunk of clouds made out of layers after layers of radio noises — the enchanted mosses started glowing and went, “puff, puff”, to blow white breaths straight above as they opened the leaves; and the cloud music absorbed their moisture and …