ENGAGED IN THE MOMENT

Threads of love woven in unseen light
Beat - Shadow - Light and with The Ghobbuls
見えぬ光に織りなす愛の糸
ビート・シャドゥー・ライト、そしてゴブルズと。

This is the story of Joe, a white man, and Akine, a Japanese woman, who meet and fall in love.
Within this “momentary love,” they come to reflect on themselves, discovering both the strength to live and the direction they should take.

The Ghobbuls leave quiet comments, though their voices never reach the two.

When words change, expression changes too, especially in Japanese, my native tongue, where nuances cannot always be conveyed in English.
I wrote and rewrote this many times, moving back and forth between

Japanese and English.

And I added kirie-style illustrations as inserts.

Please enjoy the richness of this three-fold approach.

FYI

Aki （秋） other read / Shu * Meaning - Autumn

Ne（音）other read / Oto * Meaning - Sound

この物語は、白人のジョーと日本人の秋音が出会い、恋をし、

「瞬間の愛」の中で自分自身を見つめ合いながら、
互いに生きる力と進むべき方向を見出していく物語です。

ゴブルズはそっとコメントを残しますが、その声は二人には届きません。

言葉が違えば表現も異なる!

特に日本語は私の母国でニュアンスが英語では表せない表現があります。

日本語、英語を何度も繰り返して執筆しました。

そして、切り絵調のイラストを挿絵に入れてみました。

この三面アプローチの魅力を、
どうぞお楽しみください。

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C-2 EPISODE 4 - ECHO BETWEEN STICKS - スティックの間の残響

Two days later “What are you doing? Can we meet? Two hours?” Akine: “Yes.” He arrived carrying a single drum. “Friend of yours?” Akine asked. “Today, let’s try it with the drum,” Joe said. Today he seemed composed, strikingly handsome. In the room, piano music played in the background. “Joe Sample,” Joe said. “Yes, the other Joe. His piano paints landscapes — a winter sea,” Akine replied. Joe sat on the “resting chair” and gently touched the rim. A simple practice. Timer set: sixty seconds on, ten seconds off. The rim’s click called out, scissors answered. Slow at first. They slipped, laughed, began again. The timing of completion — the work itself decided. 二日後ジョー「今なにしてる？会える？二時間後？」秋音「うん。」彼は太鼓をひとつ持って現れる。「友だち？」と秋音。「今日はドラムで、やってみよう」今日の彼はすっと整って、格好よく見える。部屋にはピアノミュージックのバックサウンド。「ジョー・サンプルだ」とジョー。「そう、もう一人のジョー。彼のピアノには風景がある。冬の海」と秋音。ジョーは“休憩椅子”に腰をおろし、リムをそっと鳴らす。シンプルなプラクティス。タイマーをセット。六十秒オン、十秒オフ。リムのクリックが呼び、ハサミが応える。最初はゆっくり。ずれて、笑って、もう一度。作品が仕上がるタイミングは、作品が決める。 He stepped c...

C-2 EPISODE 5 - REHEARSAL AT THE DECK - 桟橋でのリハーサル

Meeting, Regularly Because his drum was left in my room, his return was already promised. But it was irregular, never according to plan. I often asked, “Can we set a schedule?” He would only answer, “Yeah,” but nothing was ever decided. Somehow, Joe always appeared at the right moment. That’s why I never once refused his sudden visits. Perhaps that was the greatest way I spoiled him. This Wednesday was the very first planned event! Luckily, the weather seemed to exist just for us. We packed our things and headed for the deck. Joe’s vision was clear, Beat - Shadow - Light. The beat was his sticks. The shadow was my art—paper-cut faces. The light was the lanterns. 約束されたミーテイング彼のドラムは私の部屋に置いてあったから、彼がまた来ることは約束されていた。でもそれは不規則で、決して予定通りではなかった。私は何度も「スケジュールを決められる？」と聞いたけれど、彼は「うん」と答えるだけで、本当には決まらないままだった。なぜか、ジョーはタイミングの良い時に現れた。だから、彼の突然の訪問を断ったことは一度もない。それが一番彼を甘やかしてしまったようだ。この水曜日は予定した初めてのイベント！幸運にも、天気も良く私たちのためにあるようだった。私たちは荷物をまとめて、桟橋へ向かった。ジョーの考えははっきりしていた。ビート・影・光。ビートは彼のスティック影は私のアート、切り紙の顔光は...

C−2 EPISODE 2 - WHAT DO YOU NEED? - 必要なもの

Shopping Together The supermarket was small, wedged between a bakery and a drugstore. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed, casting their pale glow across the neat rows of cans and bottles. “What do we need?” Joe asked. “Everything… so many things. Daily necessities, basic food… but it’s hard to find, and I don’t even know what’s good here.” “What’s that one?” she wondered aloud. Akine rose onto her toes, reaching for a box on the top shelf. Almost… but not quite. As she tried again, Joe’s arm brushed past hers. He reached up easily, pulled the box down, and dropped it into her basket. “Thank you,” she said, glancing up at him. Joe only shrugged, as if it were nothing. But Akine understood: what was simple for him carried real weight for her. “Is there anything you’d like, Joe? I don’t really keep much at home… so if you want something, just say.” And as the words slipped out, her heart raced. He’s coming to my place. Am I teasing him? Provoking him? “Ice cream,”...

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