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Even I felt sorry for myself..... I noticed that a towel was placed near the entrance of the hangout. This one little towel means wipe the water drops with the towel if your body is wet with rain. Those who often visit here for crappy errands Why are the endings of things often shared? schedule process end name experienced imagine Those who often visit here for crappy errands have no special mission. Still, it seems that some people don’t like getting the floor wet. Someone with a delicate sensibility has prepared a dry towel to warn some unsolicited people. I imagined that this act was conceived by some woman and performed by some man. Certainly, part of the floor was slightly wet. It was raining yesterday. Why are the endings of things often shared? The final outcome of an event is never known, but we know that things can go as planned. No, things have a certain schedule or process, so as long as the thing has a name, we can imagine ...

The deadline is one month ahead..... I hate the post office. The post office plainly brings in documents that make people unhappy. I wonder if they are aware of their sins. Where is the fantasy abstract world? What are the factors that make large-scale financial crimes or scandals possible? world abstract realistic dual advantage A postcard was thrown into the mailbox last night as well. It was a questionnaire from a financial institution. It is a notification that I should fill in the necessary items and return it to confirm the contents of my notification. Reconfirmation of my name, place of residence, etc.? Why should such a thing be confirmed now? According to brief information from the media, financial institutions have consulted with the government and found it necessary to prevent money laundering and terrorism support. Despite the fact that interest rates are close to zero, financial institutions still have a strong attitude. Of co...

There is only one obvious thing. The person who wrote the script for the play did not appear until the end..... I was involved in a small theater company for about three months. hall actors play dolls leader script not understand I didn’t belong to the troupe, but for a variety of reasons I worked with them. I have no knowledge of the field, but the average age of the members of the troupe was low. The troupe regularly performed plays at the open-air concert hall, and the plays performed were all esoteric. The practice place was a riverbed located a little away from the theater company office, which is the residence of the theater company leader. The “actors” who belong to the troupe had different jobs during the day, so the time when they gathered and practiced was at night. There was a crude oil refinery on the other side of the river, which was lit all day, so they could check the script and somehow see the facial expressions of the actors. ...

It arrived braided: part symbol, part strategy, part sale — and only by holding all those strands together could a protest hope to stop being merely an entertainment and start being a force.… They called it the Carnival of Voices — a week of marches, flash mobs, and rooftop speeches that lit up the city like a late-summer festival. At first it was a small thing: a neighborhood petition against a new surveillance plan, hand-scrawled flyers, a handful of musicians who tuned up on the tram stop. By the time the second day rolled around, it had a hashtag, three viral clips, a pop-up market selling protest pins, and a playlist on every streaming app. Taro watched from the corner where the old arcade met the new co-working towers. He was a cartographer by trade — not of streets, but of data. His maps didn’t show only routes; they showed flows: who came, who left, what they bought, when. He could read the city’s mood like a tide chart. The first...

The conversation had already begun.… At a small equine training center outside Kyoto, a young trainer named Haru had an unusual habit. Every morning, before saddling the horses, she talked to them. “Good morning, Kaze. You slept well?” “Come on, Momo. We have work to do today.” The other trainers sometimes laughed. “You know they don’t understand Japanese, right?” Haru always smiled. “Maybe not the words.” Yet she continued. And strangely enough, the horses seemed to work better when she did. Modern research gives part of the explanation—but not the one Haru’s colleagues expected. Horses can learn particular human words through conditioning, and experiments have found that they can discriminate a taught word even when it is spoken by an unfamiliar voice. Human vocalizations directed at horses can also acquire consistent meanings within particular riding communities, while pitch, duration, and intonation alter how those sounds func...