Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Kino's Journey IV: Chapter 1+2

Enjoy.

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Chapter 1: The Country With a Sculpture
-Angel?-


One day, a traveler came to a small country nestled in a valley.

Riding a motorrad, the traveler looked around with excitement at the plentiful rice paddies and the narrow streets steeped in history. Then stopped at the wooden sculpture standing in the plaza.

The sculpture was in the shape of a person holding a long stick. At his feet was a sculpture of an unrecognizable creature.

The young traveler asked a townsperson, “What is this a sculpture of?”

The townsperson replied with a smile, “This is an angel who once descended from the heavens to save our country. With his staff, he annihilated the 22 demons that plagued our land in the blink of an eye, and brought peace to our home. Then he returned to the heavens.”

“An angel from the heavens? I don’t get it,” said the motorrad.

With eyes narrowed in nostalgic reminiscence, the townsperson replied, “This is a legend passed down in our village…”


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Chapter 2: ———
-Solo-


The plains were beautiful.


The wind gently shook the grass and flowers blanketing the earth.

Through the plains ran a straight road.

The road was white and seemed to go on forever. Where in the world did it lead?

A motorrad was racing down the road.

It was laden with many things.

The rider spotted something ahead on the road and slowed.

A child was waving by the roadside.

The motorrad stopped.


“Please take me with you,” said the child.

But the motorrad immediately replied, “No. I don’t have room for you.”

The traveler on the motorrad asked, “Where did you come from?”

The child did not answer.

“What’s your name?”

“———,” the child replied. Then, “Please take me with you.”

“No. I don’t have room for you,” the motorrad immediately replied.

The traveler seemed to give a troubled moan.


“I can’t take responsibility for someone else. Keeping myself alive is hard enough. So I can’t take you with me. Please don’t ask me to bring you along. I know… I know this is very selfish of me.”

“I can’t carry two riders anyway,” the motorrad said quietly.

The traveler approached the child and crouched, looking into the child’s eyes.

“Goodbye, ———.”

The traveler straddled the motorrad and rode away.

The plains were beautiful.

The plains were beautiful.

The wind gently shook the grass and flowers blanketing the earth.

Through the plains ran a straight road.

The road was white and seemed to go on forever. Where in the world did it lead?

A child remained there.

The child would remain there, on and on and on.


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Though I did not know the place,
I set out for the land of my dreams
Having arrived at the land of my dreams,
I found I did not know the place

-Wherever I go, there I am.-


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